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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5002 | 2023-03-06 07:39:39 | 98.41 | 99% |
| 1029 | 2021-09-05 06:51:49 | 57.73 | 97% |