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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10571 | 2021-06-09 04:54:24 | 88.44 | 99% |
| 8911 | 2021-03-23 23:53:01 | 83.54 | 97% |
| 8872 | 2021-03-23 22:54:14 | 69.56 | 95% |