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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1510 | 2021-01-13 23:15:08 | 93.47 | 99% |
| 250 | 2019-02-13 04:43:49 | 76.73 | 98% |