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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3231 | 2022-09-27 07:42:37 | 79.04 | 98% |
| 493 | 2018-12-14 05:13:01 | 42.04 | 92% |