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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1083 | 2021-05-14 20:32:00 | 45.55 | 94% |
| 969 | 2021-05-01 20:04:25 | 46.63 | 95% |
| 142 | 2021-01-13 15:39:38 | 32.75 | 95% |