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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1701 | 2021-05-03 19:46:11 | 98.31 | 98% |
| 1122 | 2020-05-08 15:14:09 | 86.99 | 98% |
| 59 | 2018-12-16 19:17:18 | 80.50 | 98% |