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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2393 | 2022-04-10 03:43:25 | 77.84 | 96% |
| 1534 | 2020-06-18 13:46:23 | 75.43 | 96% |