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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5208 | 2022-05-17 10:57:30 | 111.44 | 98% |
| 4861 | 2022-01-19 14:39:23 | 96.43 | 97% |