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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3840 | 2023-09-20 19:53:27 | 90.67 | 98.2% |
| 3098 | 2022-05-06 15:00:11 | 71.80 | 95% |