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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 812 | 2021-09-23 08:55:08 | 61.23 | 96% |
| 349 | 2021-03-04 06:37:07 | 49.80 | 96% |