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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 908 | 2022-11-09 06:03:06 | 57.21 | 95% |
| 639 | 2022-10-17 15:39:17 | 52.14 | 94% |