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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1616 | 2021-12-23 22:15:02 | 96.89 | 96% |
| 118 | 2021-10-23 00:43:30 | 104.04 | 96% |