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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1010 | 2021-12-07 09:14:20 | 97.63 | 98% |
| 832 | 2021-01-28 23:16:47 | 95.77 | 98.4% |