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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 338 | 2023-01-15 12:56:45 | 54.42 | 96% |
| 176 | 2022-07-20 12:16:34 | 46.78 | 96% |