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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7558 | 2021-12-11 21:03:45 | 84.51 | 97% |
| 6269 | 2021-05-13 19:27:02 | 97.52 | 99% |
| 2265 | 2021-03-29 23:15:42 | 85.72 | 98% |