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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 163 | 2021-06-03 21:08:39 | 74.53 | 97% |
| 136 | 2021-06-01 12:14:45 | 84.69 | 97% |