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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 985 | 2021-02-24 05:56:19 | 100.18 | 97% |
| 669 | 2020-08-19 09:03:41 | 81.72 | 96% |