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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1783 | 2023-10-06 14:30:01 | 86.86 | 94.2% |
| 739 | 2022-09-20 12:29:46 | 97.68 | 96% |