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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1362 | 2022-04-19 17:56:37 | 84.13 | 95% |
| 1356 | 2022-04-19 15:06:50 | 77.37 | 95% |