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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2812 | 2023-08-20 09:46:18 | 101.93 | 97.6% |
| 1678 | 2022-10-19 13:16:22 | 103.20 | 98% |
| 661 | 2022-10-08 02:40:38 | 78.54 | 95% |