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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 242 | 2023-07-16 20:48:46 | 51.83 | 95.3% |
| 161 | 2023-07-16 01:43:52 | 51.59 | 96.2% |