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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4314 | 2023-06-23 10:59:15 | 103.68 | 95.5% |
| 2128 | 2020-01-03 11:07:18 | 92.95 | 95% |