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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6600 | 2021-02-14 18:29:45 | 88.03 | 97.3% |
| 3243 | 2020-08-19 19:37:56 | 75.84 | 96% |