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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5227 | 2022-12-19 18:38:28 | 81.48 | 94% |
| 3752 | 2022-07-28 09:26:26 | 82.91 | 96% |