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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2371 | 2021-01-22 05:20:13 | 83.15 | 96% |
| 1948 | 2021-01-05 03:29:23 | 97.38 | 97% |