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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1070 | 2021-01-03 19:34:34 | 77.46 | 98% |
| 117 | 2020-08-20 07:55:48 | 58.20 | 96% |