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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5086 | 2023-02-03 19:59:59 | 91.16 | 97% |
| 3827 | 2022-12-17 11:44:16 | 86.48 | 97% |
| 2904 | 2022-12-07 12:34:07 | 79.10 | 96% |