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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1807 | 2022-03-05 07:00:06 | 126.96 | 98% |
| 1522 | 2022-02-22 18:28:54 | 135.07 | 99% |