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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9146 | 2023-09-12 16:08:08 | 101.49 | 96% |
| 3861 | 2019-06-05 13:48:00 | 95.89 | 97% |