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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3150 | 2022-10-03 14:09:02 | 55.70 | 96% |
| 1523 | 2022-02-24 06:36:12 | 42.98 | 94% |
| 690 | 2022-01-27 10:39:54 | 40.73 | 95% |