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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9283 | 2024-09-13 14:56:27 | 94.96 | 99.2% |
| 6929 | 2024-04-22 13:23:20 | 82.26 | 97.6% |