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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 576 | 2021-10-27 21:33:20 | 55.77 | 95% |
| 524 | 2021-10-24 17:45:35 | 56.02 | 96% |