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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 791 | 2021-03-29 03:18:59 | 45.52 | 92% |
| 476 | 2021-03-15 14:36:16 | 47.80 | 95% |