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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3474 | 2023-11-28 12:05:23 | 85.32 | 95.1% |
| 3458 | 2023-06-19 13:02:51 | 99.06 | 97% |