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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4630 | 2023-01-17 03:47:17 | 55.22 | 97% |
| 4545 | 2023-01-16 08:51:42 | 87.26 | 97% |