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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2523 | 2021-03-21 08:37:20 | 75.31 | 100% |
| 1847 | 2021-03-14 17:02:07 | 82.07 | 99% |