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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5297 | 2024-03-17 09:36:31 | 89.30 | 98.8% |
| 3636 | 2022-06-30 08:03:37 | 85.14 | 98% |