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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3637 | 2022-12-08 14:46:45 | 97.11 | 98% |
| 3486 | 2022-09-28 16:32:23 | 93.18 | 97% |