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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 781 | 2023-07-25 06:10:23 | 38.09 | 97.7% |
| 717 | 2023-07-21 18:54:06 | 34.27 | 98% |