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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2854 | 2021-10-05 09:22:29 | 70.49 | 96% |
| 1496 | 2021-04-02 20:41:49 | 59.42 | 98% |