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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1840 | 2021-05-03 13:58:59 | 73.92 | 98% |
| 1734 | 2021-04-20 08:18:42 | 75.14 | 98% |