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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1877 | 2022-07-04 11:46:26 | 69.63 | 98% |
| 1601 | 2022-06-20 06:38:18 | 71.68 | 98% |
| 817 | 2022-04-02 15:24:12 | 54.47 | 96% |