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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2181 | 2022-08-19 05:28:07 | 55.86 | 93% |
| 249 | 2022-01-13 11:10:36 | 40.71 | 93% |