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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 738 | 2023-09-16 23:18:57 | 132.64 | 98.4% |
| 32 | 2020-12-11 10:44:30 | 110.41 | 97% |