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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5476 | 2024-03-17 03:14:53 | 88.45 | 96.4% |
| 3043 | 2023-03-27 10:16:57 | 92.45 | 97% |