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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1471 | 2021-10-28 11:14:06 | 68.49 | 97% |
| 1169 | 2021-10-24 05:07:23 | 63.28 | 98% |
| 761 | 2021-10-20 02:38:27 | 57.50 | 97% |