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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5999 | 2023-01-10 18:36:19 | 85.14 | 96% |
| 4920 | 2018-05-10 17:45:31 | 68.38 | 98% |
| 4381 | 2018-04-28 19:31:45 | 59.43 | 95% |