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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2257 | 2021-03-06 15:03:37 | 80.46 | 95% |
| 1644 | 2020-03-28 00:55:09 | 92.00 | 97% |