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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4744 | 2022-11-29 07:33:19 | 56.65 | 96% |
| 869 | 2021-06-10 11:53:48 | 36.81 | 90% |