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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7040 | 2022-10-07 08:33:28 | 77.45 | 98% |
| 6198 | 2022-06-02 00:49:18 | 78.49 | 99% |