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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4625 | 2022-04-01 14:54:08 | 90.52 | 98% |
| 1927 | 2021-08-28 06:13:51 | 79.94 | 96% |
| 1626 | 2021-08-24 18:40:54 | 75.74 | 97% |