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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3942 | 2024-07-31 16:03:27 | 107.23 | 97.7% |
| 316 | 2023-05-15 17:32:51 | 92.97 | 98% |