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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9942 | 2023-06-12 22:31:45 | 83.19 | 96.7% |
| 6379 | 2020-07-21 23:09:30 | 71.37 | 97% |
| 1802 | 2019-06-03 02:15:15 | 68.66 | 96% |
| 1313 | 2019-04-20 01:42:05 | 76.38 | 98% |