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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6442 | 2024-01-17 10:11:10 | 106.11 | 98.1% |
| 4976 | 2023-05-24 08:50:17 | 105.51 | 97.6% |