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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1078 | 2023-03-29 15:18:11 | 93.96 | 97% |
| 870 | 2023-03-26 13:32:15 | 94.30 | 98% |