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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15332 | 2023-04-05 08:29:27 | 76.42 | 98% |
| 11205 | 2018-09-22 11:49:41 | 74.65 | 99% |
| 4292 | 2018-03-26 18:48:56 | 56.78 | 96% |