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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1850 | 2023-02-19 12:17:31 | 56.22 | 96% |
| 1676 | 2023-01-26 02:20:19 | 59.72 | 96% |
| 506 | 2022-10-17 11:50:58 | 46.19 | 96% |