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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1306 | 2023-06-21 21:39:29 | 74.76 | 95% |
| 1183 | 2023-06-01 13:52:23 | 83.86 | 98% |
| 770 | 2022-07-05 02:05:44 | 73.13 | 96% |