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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11025 | 2025-03-21 03:33:44 | 84.09 | 97% |
| 10277 | 2025-03-07 10:52:07 | 89.06 | 99.2% |
| 2767 | 2024-10-18 19:21:40 | 82.93 | 98% |