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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3013 | 2022-07-14 13:47:19 | 65.96 | 96% |
| 2178 | 2021-12-14 09:30:22 | 67.06 | 97% |
| 2080 | 2021-12-07 16:31:51 | 65.29 | 98% |
| 491 | 2021-06-21 13:15:13 | 52.41 | 98% |