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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19922 | 2023-03-22 07:27:23 | 114.28 | 99% |
| 14931 | 2018-03-11 18:49:35 | 81.79 | 98% |