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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1072 | 2022-02-04 22:41:49 | 86.65 | 95% |
| 599 | 2022-01-29 23:48:22 | 78.23 | 94% |