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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3006 | 2023-08-15 18:07:59 | 65.01 | 96.9% |
| 1638 | 2023-08-07 13:42:07 | 68.55 | 98% |