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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1703 | 2023-05-29 05:45:05 | 66.30 | 97% |
| 1586 | 2023-05-26 19:48:02 | 63.88 | 97% |