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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5452 | 2020-04-28 12:11:10 | 58.11 | 93% |
| 5253 | 2020-04-16 05:05:34 | 79.72 | 97% |
| 790 | 2019-08-15 14:29:54 | 51.80 | 96% |