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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2653 | 2021-11-04 05:14:37 | 64.38 | 95% |
| 1419 | 2021-01-05 01:32:55 | 66.82 | 95% |