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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1149 | 2022-05-13 14:50:04 | 73.71 | 98% |
| 772 | 2022-03-15 13:05:23 | 84.34 | 99% |