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 | 2021-04-28 11:45:30 | 101.18 | 96% |
| 182 | 2021-04-21 15:15:27 | 92.34 | 95% |