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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 769 | 2023-09-11 10:41:24 | 95.86 | 98.4% |
| 95 | 2021-12-27 18:12:58 | 100.34 | 99% |