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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1631 | 2021-10-05 05:48:39 | 72.78 | 96% |
| 647 | 2021-09-03 04:47:50 | 48.14 | 96% |