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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 707 | 2023-01-03 04:37:15 | 109.04 | 97% |
| 526 | 2022-12-13 14:12:03 | 106.04 | 97% |