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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5529 | 2024-11-18 05:37:53 | 71.60 | 96.4% |
| 1886 | 2023-02-28 04:56:17 | 78.22 | 97% |
| 1427 | 2022-12-20 05:06:31 | 83.25 | 97% |