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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1639 | 2022-02-19 00:40:34 | 103.02 | 97% |
| 409 | 2018-01-12 02:18:11 | 103.78 | 98% |