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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1653 | 2022-11-03 08:47:44 | 82.82 | 97% |
| 688 | 2022-07-31 05:33:54 | 75.48 | 96% |