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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5426 | 2023-09-15 10:56:33 | 80.91 | 95.7% |
| 3484 | 2022-04-19 19:28:24 | 75.21 | 97% |
| 3479 | 2022-04-14 14:03:27 | 65.78 | 93% |
| 3151 | 2022-02-20 04:31:06 | 79.70 | 96% |