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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1205 | 2021-05-21 06:57:51 | 95.70 | 98% |
| 882 | 2021-04-19 07:13:08 | 93.89 | 98% |