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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1205 | 2023-05-03 08:39:15 | 86.20 | 97% |
| 766 | 2021-08-12 17:16:31 | 68.73 | 96% |