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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1883 | 2023-11-29 11:55:37 | 127.11 | 99.2% |
| 625 | 2023-06-18 09:24:32 | 121.42 | 97% |