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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1482 | 2021-04-29 07:34:20 | 100.84 | 99% |
| 1352 | 2020-06-19 04:43:57 | 72.50 | 95% |