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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 956 | 2022-08-08 08:01:17 | 78.37 | 96% |
| 798 | 2022-01-19 14:39:25 | 91.23 | 97% |
| 567 | 2021-03-09 05:28:18 | 74.42 | 92% |