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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4652 | 2024-11-22 07:43:08 | 129.10 | 96.8% |
| 620 | 2022-01-08 00:54:48 | 128.93 | 99% |