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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2233 | 2022-12-15 04:09:32 | 69.86 | 98% |
| 1169 | 2022-07-26 06:46:56 | 61.97 | 98% |