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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11952 | 2023-12-08 00:50:52 | 76.29 | 94.3% |
| 7489 | 2023-07-08 04:28:43 | 77.94 | 95% |
| 1460 | 2022-01-23 11:38:08 | 76.19 | 95% |