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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4868 | 2022-04-22 14:52:09 | 53.37 | 95% |
| 3145 | 2021-04-12 11:27:08 | 53.70 | 95% |