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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4296 | 2021-10-14 13:52:19 | 79.90 | 98% |
| 4270 | 2021-10-14 10:04:54 | 73.18 | 96% |
| 3724 | 2021-08-11 19:08:07 | 87.09 | 98% |
| 1262 | 2021-02-03 20:12:20 | 82.17 | 97.6% |