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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2115 | 2022-07-21 12:38:24 | 70.08 | 98% |
| 716 | 2022-04-29 15:43:16 | 68.40 | 98% |