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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2891 | 2023-04-24 05:23:32 | 127.30 | 100% |
| 1110 | 2021-06-17 06:35:41 | 102.80 | 98% |