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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6399 | 2023-01-05 00:55:24 | 74.97 | 98% |
| 1498 | 2022-11-03 03:36:58 | 55.20 | 95% |
| 856 | 2022-10-28 00:48:35 | 55.16 | 96% |