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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 48 | 2023-09-13 15:34:33 | 78.81 | 95% |
| 24 | 2021-06-16 21:24:18 | 73.43 | 94% |