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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3655 | 2023-08-29 11:53:45 | 96.86 | 98% |
| 3416 | 2023-08-09 12:46:15 | 100.58 | 99% |
| 3220 | 2023-07-31 13:51:33 | 91.77 | 98% |