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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6985 | 2021-05-19 04:38:01 | 74.92 | 96% |
| 821 | 2020-11-11 10:20:14 | 70.40 | 96% |