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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1669 | 2021-02-11 06:02:35 | 74.56 | 96% |
| 493 | 2020-12-29 07:00:12 | 56.63 | 95% |