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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 713 | 2021-11-30 07:12:30 | 81.64 | 96% |
| 52 | 2020-07-30 02:31:36 | 70.67 | 97% |