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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3340 | 2021-11-20 07:07:25 | 67.94 | 97% |
| 2456 | 2021-07-30 17:22:41 | 62.53 | 98% |