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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2311 | 2021-12-04 21:25:21 | 72.22 | 96% |
| 1352 | 2021-03-02 16:27:30 | 64.35 | 96% |