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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1691 | 2021-07-17 08:31:45 | 42.20 | 93% |
| 39 | 2021-03-12 08:13:42 | 46.68 | 98% |