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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4610 | 2023-11-13 22:41:59 | 80.09 | 96.4% |
| 2746 | 2021-07-02 22:52:52 | 84.06 | 98% |