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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4374 | 2022-12-15 15:17:30 | 93.62 | 98% |
| 1009 | 2022-09-28 09:41:45 | 89.23 | 96% |