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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 136 | 2021-03-04 19:12:02 | 65.78 | 95% |
| 90 | 2021-02-15 17:08:10 | 73.93 | 97.6% |