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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5538 | 2023-07-07 13:54:58 | 109.92 | 97.6% |
| 3890 | 2021-03-18 16:55:46 | 97.60 | 98% |