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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6800 | 2022-01-21 03:06:10 | 72.44 | 97% |
| 5157 | 2021-10-07 22:02:09 | 73.10 | 97% |