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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2434 | 2022-01-17 07:55:19 | 61.00 | 96% |
| 2154 | 2021-09-25 13:17:25 | 72.86 | 98% |
| 1912 | 2021-09-19 11:12:09 | 57.84 | 94% |
| 898 | 2021-09-07 06:15:34 | 59.15 | 96% |