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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1775 | 2022-11-08 12:33:18 | 35.00 | 95% |
| 846 | 2022-10-20 09:18:11 | 38.27 | 96% |