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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 765 | 2021-07-14 23:42:24 | 79.32 | 96% |
| 92 | 2018-02-17 04:18:46 | 72.86 | 97% |