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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2117 | 2021-09-05 18:16:33 | 91.61 | 95% |
| 2053 | 2021-09-04 19:53:40 | 85.26 | 97% |