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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4009 | 2021-09-26 17:00:08 | 72.69 | 97% |
| 3310 | 2020-02-02 02:20:57 | 76.29 | 97% |