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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7085 | 2022-11-24 19:33:00 | 79.42 | 97% |
| 5751 | 2022-07-06 14:25:05 | 84.55 | 98% |
| 4750 | 2022-04-25 20:40:55 | 87.74 | 99% |