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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2958 | 2019-05-30 12:45:58 | 63.20 | 97% |
| 2724 | 2019-04-29 16:17:49 | 92.92 | 98% |