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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6628 | 2021-11-07 09:56:39 | 67.75 | 97% |
| 999 | 2021-01-24 08:10:32 | 61.78 | 99% |
| 134 | 2021-01-04 06:39:07 | 48.78 | 97% |