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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11947 | 2021-05-27 09:51:48 | 173.29 | 99% |
| 7512 | 2021-05-05 15:28:38 | 161.33 | 99% |