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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4417 | 2020-06-16 05:13:12 | 89.07 | 97% |
| 3647 | 2020-05-15 03:50:08 | 82.72 | 97% |
| 2535 | 2020-01-31 02:19:33 | 64.28 | 95% |
| 1457 | 2018-10-15 03:30:53 | 59.05 | 97% |