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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4819 | 2022-05-08 14:00:40 | 87.60 | 96% |
| 2582 | 2022-02-03 00:44:23 | 84.47 | 96% |