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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2232 | 2024-04-06 19:30:24 | 100.96 | 97.6% |
| 1539 | 2022-07-28 09:26:29 | 77.34 | 96% |
| 928 | 2022-06-29 12:51:59 | 91.10 | 98% |