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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 656 | 2022-11-01 09:37:49 | 82.98 | 97% |
| 412 | 2020-12-04 11:42:54 | 61.37 | 95% |