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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2086 | 2023-06-25 04:25:34 | 61.74 | 95% |
| 553 | 2022-11-12 07:00:18 | 45.49 | 97% |
| 500 | 2022-11-07 14:57:48 | 41.97 | 96% |