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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2249 | 2021-04-05 16:57:45 | 105.72 | 96% |
| 2018 | 2021-01-27 18:05:49 | 116.72 | 97.7% |