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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2099 | 2024-04-13 14:56:56 | 59.31 | 95.6% |
| 1065 | 2022-08-23 21:21:28 | 68.87 | 96% |