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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1006 | 2021-05-23 16:02:15 | 84.92 | 95% |
| 814 | 2021-05-17 09:13:07 | 73.02 | 95% |