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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 29509 | 2022-01-29 18:50:50 | 106.71 | 99% |
| 22146 | 2019-03-11 16:37:33 | 120.29 | 100% |