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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6179 | 2021-07-21 06:42:37 | 82.96 | 98% |
| 5422 | 2021-05-31 06:37:43 | 73.38 | 98% |