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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8296 | 2022-09-11 20:15:41 | 68.40 | 93% |
| 8219 | 2022-09-07 18:08:28 | 76.50 | 95% |
| 2290 | 2019-01-21 20:34:38 | 86.57 | 97% |