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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 605 | 2024-03-14 10:23:58 | 112.54 | 97.7% |
| 563 | 2023-09-08 08:34:14 | 98.40 | 96% |