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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11564 | 2022-08-30 15:26:40 | 101.82 | 98% |
| 11157 | 2022-08-11 12:54:33 | 87.80 | 97% |