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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7622 | 2022-07-03 04:09:42 | 91.84 | 97% |
| 7154 | 2021-11-11 18:21:39 | 97.48 | 98% |