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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5771 | 2022-07-28 04:19:31 | 49.65 | 95% |
| 5124 | 2021-07-08 00:14:47 | 72.04 | 97% |
| 4369 | 2021-03-23 17:33:54 | 61.18 | 95% |
| 952 | 2017-08-28 21:01:17 | 50.84 | 95% |