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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3968 | 2023-03-02 04:24:17 | 78.15 | 98% |
| 3481 | 2022-11-25 09:55:20 | 64.87 | 97% |
| 1722 | 2018-11-22 10:03:29 | 68.00 | 97% |