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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7629 | 2020-03-17 04:12:05 | 96.76 | 98% |
| 6014 | 2018-09-19 15:51:35 | 101.43 | 99% |