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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1762 | 2022-01-03 13:44:13 | 62.84 | 95% |
| 966 | 2021-04-05 14:47:09 | 65.06 | 99% |