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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2099 | 2023-02-25 18:33:16 | 111.28 | 99% |
| 898 | 2022-08-05 10:40:19 | 93.96 | 97% |