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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1570 | 2022-07-17 07:50:02 | 82.95 | 98% |
| 1436 | 2022-06-04 06:50:37 | 90.67 | 98% |
| 406 | 2021-08-06 07:12:56 | 76.70 | 97% |