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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3484 | 2021-06-26 20:17:02 | 73.95 | 97% |
| 1703 | 2021-01-20 18:11:44 | 64.25 | 95% |