The withered leaves collect at my feet and the wind begins to moan. Memory, all alone in the moonlight. I can dream of the old days, life was beautiful then. I remember the time I knew what happiness was. Let the memory live again.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1398 | 2021-04-09 12:53:23 | 88.98 | 97% |
| 1381 | 2021-04-05 05:32:02 | 92.03 | 97% |