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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10624 | 2021-06-12 05:01:28 | 105.47 | 99% |
| 8897 | 2020-11-11 23:14:04 | 91.96 | 96% |