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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2061 | 2021-12-11 04:40:22 | 55.16 | 95% |
| 1509 | 2019-02-06 00:44:46 | 50.32 | 94% |