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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2512 | 2022-05-05 18:51:40 | 87.96 | 99% |
| 426 | 2021-01-11 18:03:17 | 60.97 | 97% |