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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5330 | 2023-10-24 21:03:31 | 162.88 | 100% |
| 3078 | 2023-10-05 19:20:12 | 127.20 | 96.3% |
| 2162 | 2023-09-28 18:13:58 | 144.27 | 98.4% |