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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4578 | 2022-07-02 22:51:45 | 160.22 | 99% |
| 3395 | 2021-12-08 20:22:36 | 138.41 | 97% |