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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8098 | 2022-01-19 16:08:40 | 90.97 | 99% |
| 5837 | 2018-07-09 00:16:39 | 89.70 | 99% |