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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2499 | 2022-03-03 07:08:40 | 96.03 | 99% |
| 2292 | 2021-12-08 10:47:10 | 81.82 | 98% |