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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2611 | 2021-10-13 15:00:47 | 76.48 | 95% |
| 1715 | 2021-04-10 14:15:46 | 70.68 | 95% |