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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 309 | 2021-10-25 11:46:40 | 91.29 | 98% |
| 6 | 2021-05-29 09:14:24 | 102.20 | 100% |