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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15326 | 2019-01-24 16:13:23 | 106.09 | 98% |
| 14799 | 2019-01-07 09:29:30 | 95.29 | 98% |