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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6207 | 2023-07-28 14:42:45 | 76.64 | 98% |
| 5309 | 2022-12-20 06:08:37 | 71.47 | 98% |
| 1307 | 2021-05-03 03:25:50 | 57.36 | 96% |