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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 559 | 2022-05-13 12:46:53 | 70.03 | 96% |
| 337 | 2022-04-03 06:12:24 | 62.33 | 93% |