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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2322 | 2024-03-14 22:46:15 | 103.88 | 98% |
| 1565 | 2023-07-18 07:26:34 | 100.02 | 97.6% |