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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2735 | 2022-09-21 01:25:05 | 91.46 | 98% |
| 2627 | 2022-09-19 22:21:18 | 85.01 | 96% |