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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1669 | 2022-09-30 20:37:44 | 91.81 | 98% |
| 436 | 2022-05-22 23:15:12 | 75.58 | 95% |