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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11034 | 2022-02-27 13:07:13 | 103.97 | 98% |
| 9840 | 2021-11-23 15:35:46 | 105.83 | 100% |
| 7727 | 2021-08-08 07:24:38 | 83.08 | 98% |