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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4576 | 2023-03-14 01:32:51 | 89.28 | 96% |
| 2476 | 2021-09-16 15:39:10 | 115.79 | 98% |