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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1037 | 2021-04-11 14:08:01 | 127.70 | 99% |
| 1031 | 2021-01-04 16:50:56 | 111.04 | 98% |