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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 429 | 2021-03-22 03:09:27 | 84.08 | 94% |
| 20 | 2020-12-30 16:38:04 | 97.34 | 96% |