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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 323 | 2023-02-04 15:35:24 | 70.16 | 97% |
| 125 | 2022-12-30 11:16:07 | 55.17 | 96% |