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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4428 | 2022-05-27 03:55:26 | 96.27 | 97% |
| 3325 | 2022-02-01 02:41:59 | 85.92 | 96% |
| 1833 | 2021-10-13 13:03:19 | 98.11 | 98% |