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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1854 | 2022-04-14 14:03:13 | 96.04 | 98% |
| 219 | 2018-10-16 16:19:13 | 79.27 | 98% |