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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4737 | 2021-09-09 14:38:22 | 86.55 | 98% |
| 111 | 2020-09-08 15:19:43 | 68.82 | 96% |