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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6042 | 2021-11-24 12:52:49 | 95.13 | 96% |
| 5953 | 2021-11-22 08:28:49 | 99.78 | 97% |