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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1326 | 2023-03-12 13:28:31 | 57.92 | 98% |
| 55 | 2020-12-16 18:01:12 | 51.87 | 97% |