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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1924 | 2023-03-04 12:15:14 | 95.33 | 99% |
| 749 | 2021-06-22 17:51:20 | 83.12 | 96% |