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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 634 | 2021-01-20 17:23:04 | 100.90 | 99% |
| 582 | 2021-01-18 17:19:14 | 79.15 | 96% |