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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6256 | 2024-08-18 10:23:12 | 93.11 | 97% |
| 2520 | 2021-04-03 18:09:11 | 88.46 | 97% |
| 2038 | 2021-02-26 19:56:31 | 71.92 | 95.9% |