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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8566 | 2022-11-05 18:28:49 | 70.87 | 97% |
| 5197 | 2021-08-28 10:57:26 | 68.81 | 98% |
| 4207 | 2021-07-06 15:16:18 | 59.74 | 97% |