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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1794 | 2023-02-19 02:29:04 | 103.74 | 99% |
| 1513 | 2023-02-12 02:32:51 | 79.12 | 96% |