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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 714 | 2022-05-20 03:16:22 | 94.79 | 96% |
| 539 | 2021-05-02 18:17:46 | 104.93 | 99% |