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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1702 | 2022-03-28 14:43:29 | 65.99 | 94% |
| 1130 | 2022-03-02 05:59:23 | 60.69 | 96% |