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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1411 | 2022-05-13 01:19:20 | 67.68 | 97% |
| 1235 | 2022-05-06 20:45:41 | 67.72 | 97% |
| 741 | 2022-04-28 13:47:34 | 67.92 | 97% |