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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 511 | 2023-08-19 11:05:24 | 84.68 | 98% |
| 15 | 2023-07-27 12:35:24 | 81.54 | 98.7% |