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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2141 | 2021-12-15 13:02:51 | 66.74 | 94% |
| 1413 | 2021-10-15 15:34:11 | 64.52 | 94% |
| 603 | 2021-09-23 18:48:59 | 59.18 | 94% |