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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2540 | 2022-02-07 15:30:21 | 71.29 | 95% |
| 2001 | 2021-09-30 16:11:30 | 75.00 | 96% |
| 1711 | 2021-09-15 16:56:41 | 74.26 | 95% |