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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3256 | 2021-01-07 03:48:31 | 66.58 | 95% |
| 1688 | 2017-10-09 22:33:04 | 51.01 | 96% |