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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 481 | 2023-02-17 16:06:55 | 151.97 | 98% |
| 375 | 2022-08-18 19:03:22 | 149.89 | 100% |