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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2960 | 2022-10-30 20:10:58 | 63.77 | 96% |
| 2700 | 2022-10-26 11:55:14 | 79.24 | 98% |
| 606 | 2022-06-14 14:21:06 | 58.79 | 95% |
| 394 | 2022-01-18 00:38:44 | 54.75 | 95% |