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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2566 | 2021-05-23 17:36:02 | 207.16 | 100% |
| 885 | 2021-04-26 03:51:45 | 150.20 | 98% |