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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8458 | 2021-08-15 00:00:37 | 132.31 | 98% |
| 90 | 2019-01-22 06:04:17 | 118.81 | 99% |