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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6162 | 2022-10-15 11:43:31 | 91.20 | 98% |
| 1208 | 2021-04-21 13:20:04 | 89.74 | 98% |