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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1073 | 2022-04-16 04:05:15 | 68.16 | 95% |
| 310 | 2018-06-22 14:54:43 | 47.32 | 95% |