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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10735 | 2022-02-14 03:24:28 | 91.15 | 99% |
| 10651 | 2022-02-03 05:08:46 | 82.18 | 97% |
| 5967 | 2020-12-30 20:05:35 | 68.92 | 95% |