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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2716 | 2019-04-02 10:24:03 | 58.95 | 95% |
| 2022 | 2019-02-19 11:00:40 | 49.24 | 94% |