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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 311 | 2021-04-07 17:31:49 | 84.66 | 98% |
| 180 | 2021-03-18 19:18:19 | 70.04 | 96% |