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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3440 | 2021-08-07 18:25:22 | 73.57 | 96% |
| 84 | 2020-05-29 15:43:32 | 62.55 | 98% |