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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 89891 | 2022-03-17 16:54:00 | 135.96 | 99% |
| 88330 | 2022-01-19 14:39:18 | 118.79 | 98% |