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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8099 | 2022-09-02 02:09:15 | 99.67 | 98% |
| 4819 | 2022-03-21 13:00:08 | 77.91 | 97% |
| 3293 | 2022-02-20 04:31:03 | 86.24 | 97% |
| 2996 | 2022-02-18 01:54:21 | 98.41 | 99% |