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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3170 | 2022-12-01 15:46:21 | 95.17 | 98% |
| 1831 | 2021-04-16 02:55:11 | 80.81 | 97% |
| 859 | 2020-12-31 01:18:16 | 68.84 | 96% |