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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 510 | 2023-04-08 02:38:10 | 31.64 | 93% |
| 218 | 2022-09-10 21:07:28 | 32.40 | 95% |
| 5 | 2022-09-03 22:21:48 | 23.34 | 94% |