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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 832 | 2022-08-05 15:22:09 | 35.84 | 95% |
| 447 | 2022-06-07 06:44:34 | 40.67 | 97% |