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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2395 | 2022-01-10 08:55:50 | 51.41 | 99% |
| 2345 | 2022-01-05 08:29:48 | 48.03 | 98% |
| 2015 | 2021-04-01 08:25:29 | 49.67 | 98% |