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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3255 | 2023-10-11 19:25:21 | 112.16 | 99.6% |
| 2238 | 2023-06-15 22:17:37 | 102.39 | 98% |