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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5254 | 2021-11-23 10:09:01 | 67.52 | 97% |
| 1959 | 2020-04-04 08:23:34 | 55.50 | 95% |