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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3626 | 2021-08-20 06:10:40 | 92.90 | 94% |
| 2732 | 2021-01-02 06:03:45 | 87.44 | 96% |
| 153 | 2018-12-08 23:36:01 | 72.80 | 96% |