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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5627 | 2023-09-20 09:07:20 | 81.64 | 96% |
| 5392 | 2023-09-16 18:32:49 | 93.67 | 98% |
| 3186 | 2023-03-23 16:28:52 | 90.75 | 98% |