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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 446 | 2021-01-23 16:18:36 | 88.31 | 97% |
| 162 | 2018-12-26 00:50:45 | 84.25 | 98% |