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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24602 | 2019-01-11 11:01:52 | 138.43 | 99% |
| 24323 | 2018-12-24 11:22:40 | 140.18 | 99% |