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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4371 | 2024-09-26 06:25:33 | 65.38 | 95% |
| 295 | 2020-11-04 02:47:59 | 57.00 | 95% |