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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 182 | 2020-08-31 05:02:39 | 76.49 | 95% |
| 128 | 2020-03-09 16:54:48 | 86.66 | 98% |