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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4002 | 2022-10-29 13:32:35 | 66.93 | 97% |
| 1800 | 2021-11-24 06:50:30 | 60.83 | 96% |