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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4333 | 2022-09-04 11:16:13 | 82.96 | 96% |
| 3993 | 2022-09-01 03:34:02 | 100.64 | 98% |
| 3497 | 2022-07-28 05:24:55 | 92.54 | 98% |