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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3190 | 2022-12-30 05:30:46 | 72.28 | 95% |
| 2997 | 2022-12-23 16:07:26 | 63.95 | 95% |
| 1150 | 2022-04-30 12:00:39 | 62.58 | 92% |