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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1511 | 2022-07-03 22:48:26 | 94.55 | 99% |
| 222 | 2021-01-16 23:01:15 | 53.97 | 94% |