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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3654 | 2023-07-20 23:50:07 | 65.13 | 94% |
| 2749 | 2022-08-20 23:18:38 | 65.61 | 94% |