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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5348 | 2022-09-12 17:11:36 | 57.19 | 95% |
| 1966 | 2019-08-04 04:52:09 | 61.68 | 96% |
| 675 | 2019-04-04 05:10:12 | 55.68 | 97% |