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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1262 | 2023-05-31 10:28:30 | 69.09 | 95.9% |
| 1227 | 2023-05-29 07:18:45 | 60.97 | 96.8% |
| 601 | 2021-05-07 13:00:09 | 72.08 | 98% |