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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8158 | 2022-01-07 19:05:59 | 101.88 | 98% |
| 7717 | 2021-11-13 12:53:29 | 94.23 | 97% |