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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 256 | 2021-04-22 13:48:13 | 33.82 | 94% |
| 188 | 2021-04-10 17:46:31 | 35.14 | 96% |