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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6341 | 2022-02-10 09:55:36 | 87.32 | 99% |
| 5321 | 2019-01-11 12:07:43 | 88.24 | 99% |