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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 881 | 2021-12-02 21:09:44 | 75.57 | 98% |
| 44 | 2021-11-03 21:50:15 | 52.81 | 95% |