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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 684 | 2023-05-19 10:22:05 | 71.69 | 97% |
| 502 | 2023-04-26 15:28:04 | 78.15 | 99% |