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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4273 | 2024-03-18 01:48:36 | 92.63 | 97.3% |
| 1388 | 2023-06-17 04:38:56 | 88.42 | 98.1% |
| 1220 | 2023-06-05 13:47:40 | 78.39 | 96% |