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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2277 | 2021-12-11 05:11:23 | 74.08 | 95% |
| 1339 | 2021-10-24 04:50:15 | 67.98 | 95% |