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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 189 | 2023-02-07 22:03:56 | 79.98 | 98% |
| 46 | 2022-03-01 19:25:26 | 56.33 | 97% |