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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7318 | 2024-04-22 13:23:14 | 99.95 | 98.8% |
| 1541 | 2023-02-12 13:20:50 | 70.05 | 96% |