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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2596 | 2021-03-08 19:21:14 | 103.59 | 97% |
| 683 | 2018-10-15 00:58:06 | 84.53 | 97% |
| 649 | 2018-10-12 17:52:42 | 84.62 | 97% |