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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5765 | 2023-03-15 00:41:40 | 76.22 | 97% |
| 4427 | 2022-02-06 21:48:30 | 73.64 | 97% |
| 3875 | 2021-10-12 18:44:35 | 80.17 | 98% |