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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16470 | 2025-10-09 09:17:56 | 74.15 | 97% |
| 11540 | 2021-07-16 02:19:49 | 91.42 | 98% |