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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1402 | 2022-09-02 06:19:42 | 49.74 | 94% |
| 217 | 2022-08-10 11:54:24 | 40.73 | 96% |