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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4464 | 2022-07-09 23:26:36 | 104.10 | 98% |
| 1643 | 2020-05-11 19:03:20 | 79.02 | 97% |