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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2618 | 2021-12-27 09:58:53 | 69.82 | 98% |
| 1658 | 2021-12-22 22:25:25 | 81.55 | 99% |
| 110 | 2021-01-04 07:45:47 | 69.61 | 98% |