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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2049 | 2022-09-25 16:02:21 | 71.38 | 97% |
| 819 | 2022-05-10 06:40:52 | 64.24 | 97% |