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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2388 | 2022-11-29 23:31:30 | 56.47 | 94% |
| 1692 | 2021-09-12 03:28:48 | 73.27 | 97% |
| 1320 | 2021-06-16 00:27:01 | 65.50 | 97% |
| 814 | 2021-04-16 21:40:46 | 60.92 | 96% |