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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2780 | 2022-05-29 19:28:53 | 74.41 | 97% |
| 2468 | 2022-05-03 18:29:05 | 80.90 | 98% |
| 2222 | 2021-12-02 13:49:04 | 87.55 | 100% |
| 1853 | 2020-11-30 22:18:59 | 76.11 | 97% |