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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 914 | 2022-09-16 01:22:17 | 126.01 | 98% |
| 647 | 2021-12-06 10:05:57 | 88.71 | 97% |