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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1669 | 2021-11-12 21:06:55 | 47.41 | 93% |
| 1175 | 2021-03-12 23:23:25 | 53.27 | 95% |
| 1093 | 2020-12-14 23:28:21 | 52.93 | 95% |