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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 323 | 2023-04-05 21:14:10 | 44.88 | 94% |
| 99 | 2023-03-29 15:58:49 | 50.57 | 96% |