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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3600 | 2022-03-16 19:10:24 | 114.21 | 98% |
| 1996 | 2022-02-25 23:30:23 | 113.41 | 98% |