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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2658 | 2021-11-24 11:28:15 | 123.53 | 99% |
| 1840 | 2021-08-25 11:30:52 | 107.07 | 98% |