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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 700 | 2022-11-12 09:55:13 | 62.70 | 97% |
| 654 | 2022-11-10 11:49:40 | 69.72 | 97% |