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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3218 | 2023-06-03 09:41:15 | 60.81 | 94.4% |
| 1991 | 2023-03-05 05:11:01 | 72.20 | 99% |
| 793 | 2023-01-06 06:20:50 | 55.19 | 95% |