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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5273 | 2023-09-28 19:22:09 | 66.40 | 95.1% |
| 2473 | 2023-03-26 08:44:46 | 68.90 | 96% |
| 1146 | 2023-02-20 08:59:38 | 57.89 | 95% |