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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1065 | 2021-02-23 18:38:16 | 85.03 | 97% |
| 856 | 2021-02-17 20:12:56 | 96.62 | 99.6% |