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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1523 | 2021-01-07 15:57:06 | 77.48 | 96% |
| 184 | 2020-10-17 19:42:44 | 77.36 | 97% |