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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2706 | 2022-02-24 17:38:27 | 81.71 | 98% |
| 730 | 2019-05-18 00:32:44 | 64.53 | 95% |
| 223 | 2019-03-17 01:31:03 | 65.60 | 94% |