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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2668 | 2022-09-14 04:18:59 | 89.80 | 98% |
| 2202 | 2021-08-14 05:08:57 | 72.82 | 97% |