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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1816 | 2021-11-27 06:50:36 | 56.32 | 94% |
| 935 | 2021-09-15 08:47:22 | 64.01 | 95% |