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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 297 | 2023-11-24 07:41:50 | 92.86 | 98% |
| 195 | 2023-11-21 10:39:54 | 91.58 | 99.2% |