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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2236 | 2021-04-21 18:07:30 | 78.05 | 97% |
| 1753 | 2021-04-02 18:06:58 | 76.33 | 98% |