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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1371 | 2024-09-19 18:49:29 | 114.95 | 97.6% |
| 740 | 2024-09-10 19:23:25 | 107.31 | 98% |