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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3635 | 2022-12-19 23:41:04 | 122.80 | 97% |
| 3578 | 2022-12-18 23:45:44 | 142.98 | 99% |