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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3142 | 2022-10-03 05:37:50 | 72.22 | 99% |
| 1344 | 2022-06-08 13:40:16 | 71.28 | 100% |