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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1174 | 2024-10-16 14:26:26 | 100.81 | 98% |
| 93 | 2020-10-17 12:45:59 | 73.58 | 98% |