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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1801 | 2021-08-03 11:13:39 | 64.92 | 96% |
| 1185 | 2021-01-07 13:12:55 | 61.83 | 95% |