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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7818 | 2021-03-23 00:53:02 | 82.34 | 96% |
| 5253 | 2018-10-28 22:15:29 | 92.50 | 97% |
| 3038 | 2017-11-19 01:47:53 | 71.38 | 95% |
| 2650 | 2017-10-29 21:13:37 | 69.27 | 96% |