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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9081 | 2023-06-11 23:02:29 | 109.34 | 97% |
| 8206 | 2023-05-23 20:54:30 | 98.14 | 96% |
| 312 | 2018-03-29 22:53:35 | 80.22 | 98% |
| 62 | 2017-09-10 08:19:44 | 58.18 | 95% |