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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7279 | 2023-07-29 06:36:10 | 92.14 | 97% |
| 3030 | 2020-04-08 05:42:32 | 78.14 | 97% |