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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5965 | 2023-02-01 07:37:05 | 65.65 | 98% |
| 5140 | 2023-01-15 12:56:38 | 62.58 | 97% |
| 3702 | 2022-11-28 11:35:45 | 55.39 | 97% |