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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 817 | 2022-04-03 03:42:29 | 43.92 | 94% |
| 805 | 2022-04-02 22:29:20 | 46.29 | 94% |