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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1805 | 2023-06-04 17:16:41 | 116.40 | 99.6% |
| 877 | 2022-08-13 03:27:49 | 112.61 | 99% |