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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1469 | 2022-05-11 13:47:26 | 65.84 | 96% |
| 1096 | 2022-03-09 11:54:52 | 76.79 | 99% |
| 1062 | 2022-03-05 07:34:23 | 61.68 | 97% |