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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2146 | 2022-06-02 15:04:06 | 85.31 | 96% |
| 711 | 2021-01-07 21:19:00 | 84.32 | 98% |