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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1902 | 2022-01-05 09:24:01 | 63.34 | 96% |
| 1671 | 2021-12-31 17:20:11 | 62.24 | 95% |
| 567 | 2021-03-31 07:25:04 | 62.06 | 96% |