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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 113 | 2023-05-09 09:39:15 | 67.21 | 95% |
| 21 | 2020-03-31 05:10:59 | 59.12 | 93% |