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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9006 | 2025-05-03 09:27:20 | 84.90 | 98% |
| 8009 | 2024-01-13 10:10:10 | 108.09 | 98.8% |