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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 961 | 2023-03-02 14:20:07 | 65.40 | 96% |
| 588 | 2022-12-04 17:45:53 | 53.94 | 96% |