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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3095 | 2023-06-05 10:03:34 | 63.93 | 95.7% |
| 1438 | 2021-08-04 16:54:26 | 38.59 | 93% |