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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6855 | 2021-01-19 08:06:10 | 99.85 | 98% |
| 5636 | 2020-08-24 16:17:40 | 92.63 | 96% |