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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 930 | 2023-10-11 21:22:43 | 58.42 | 95.8% |
| 860 | 2023-10-04 01:22:28 | 60.10 | 96.2% |