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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1176 | 2022-07-06 07:55:05 | 66.70 | 97% |
| 429 | 2022-03-02 16:24:48 | 57.73 | 94% |