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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3953 | 2022-01-13 01:58:50 | 76.90 | 100% |
| 3945 | 2022-01-12 02:57:08 | 79.42 | 100% |
| 2979 | 2021-07-09 08:48:02 | 63.10 | 98% |