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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3213 | 2019-10-06 02:24:31 | 109.83 | 99% |
| 2575 | 2019-08-11 23:12:16 | 115.23 | 99% |
| 1080 | 2019-03-08 03:06:12 | 103.17 | 98% |