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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 349 | 2021-01-07 04:07:35 | 121.53 | 97% |
| 91 | 2019-06-08 07:02:14 | 110.26 | 97% |