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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 179 | 2021-12-18 06:30:38 | 92.59 | 98% |
| 96 | 2021-08-29 22:28:54 | 81.91 | 97% |