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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1054 | 2022-05-13 14:54:55 | 72.44 | 97% |
| 797 | 2022-04-29 11:58:23 | 75.88 | 98% |