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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3888 | 2019-07-10 17:40:03 | 120.46 | 99% |
| 47 | 2017-10-07 19:04:45 | 78.02 | 96% |