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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4366 | 2022-04-27 16:25:02 | 47.46 | 94% |
| 854 | 2020-08-10 08:19:33 | 41.18 | 93% |