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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1603 | 2023-01-24 14:53:04 | 92.27 | 97% |
| 1376 | 2022-03-09 05:22:15 | 117.12 | 99% |