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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2020 | 2023-03-03 19:42:37 | 59.58 | 95% |
| 816 | 2023-01-30 09:34:44 | 48.65 | 93% |
| 134 | 2022-01-03 12:36:53 | 34.94 | 93% |