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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7771 | 2021-05-10 10:04:20 | 105.54 | 98% |
| 5018 | 2020-09-01 08:42:39 | 103.52 | 98% |