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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 631 | 2021-06-09 08:50:12 | 55.93 | 94% |
| 295 | 2021-04-12 04:39:38 | 53.49 | 92% |