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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4995 | 2023-12-01 14:44:02 | 105.68 | 98.4% |
| 2880 | 2023-10-29 14:03:02 | 108.37 | 98.7% |