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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1051 | 2021-08-12 09:11:47 | 65.86 | 96% |
| 1028 | 2021-08-10 12:50:37 | 78.10 | 97% |