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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7244 | 2023-10-01 13:48:59 | 104.93 | 96.4% |
| 7078 | 2023-09-25 06:08:45 | 86.31 | 95.4% |