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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3869 | 2021-05-27 23:09:30 | 102.45 | 98% |
| 592 | 2020-02-24 21:21:45 | 105.32 | 100% |