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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6400 | 2022-01-15 16:45:10 | 63.05 | 97% |
| 6199 | 2022-01-12 12:58:12 | 47.40 | 97% |
| 5667 | 2022-01-04 18:53:18 | 58.04 | 97% |