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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2241 | 2021-10-06 05:23:24 | 107.23 | 97% |
| 1207 | 2018-02-25 09:49:46 | 80.50 | 95% |