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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2275 | 2023-01-25 18:01:44 | 53.87 | 99% |
| 247 | 2023-01-03 23:33:08 | 52.32 | 100% |