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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2612 | 2023-11-18 12:57:26 | 71.41 | 95.1% |
| 563 | 2021-12-10 22:30:15 | 55.34 | 93% |