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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2458 | 2020-02-12 07:20:43 | 62.43 | 98% |
| 1411 | 2019-06-23 13:07:26 | 64.01 | 98% |