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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2520 | 2021-07-09 10:39:14 | 82.54 | 96% |
| 2450 | 2021-07-05 23:23:00 | 83.11 | 97% |