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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3370 | 2022-05-27 07:42:44 | 79.71 | 97% |
| 3130 | 2022-02-16 03:39:14 | 69.47 | 96% |