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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1855 | 2024-03-23 12:01:52 | 90.25 | 96.1% |
| 1001 | 2023-02-11 17:26:04 | 98.83 | 98% |
| 397 | 2021-12-24 10:20:52 | 70.67 | 94% |