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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2946 | 2023-10-29 08:40:32 | 74.14 | 95.6% |
| 2014 | 2023-01-21 09:29:16 | 89.02 | 98% |
| 2007 | 2023-01-21 09:22:43 | 76.24 | 97% |