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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 212 | 2023-07-24 04:02:04 | 38.11 | 95% |
| 151 | 2023-07-18 10:18:20 | 38.89 | 95% |