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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4995 | 2022-06-28 14:10:45 | 89.45 | 97% |
| 4504 | 2020-10-05 17:14:53 | 98.78 | 99% |