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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2064 | 2022-03-03 12:44:21 | 99.58 | 96% |
| 859 | 2017-10-28 23:14:07 | 104.52 | 97% |