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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8527 | 2023-10-04 03:06:06 | 185.94 | 99.2% |
| 8194 | 2023-09-23 06:07:49 | 163.20 | 98.1% |