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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2237 | 2021-07-24 15:00:11 | 73.86 | 99% |
| 1668 | 2018-04-01 03:53:55 | 52.70 | 95% |