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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10243 | 2020-09-27 08:40:17 | 105.76 | 98% |
| 8547 | 2020-07-26 00:31:31 | 90.67 | 96% |
| 5093 | 2020-02-29 19:40:06 | 87.03 | 95% |
| 2105 | 2019-03-30 12:28:14 | 100.66 | 97% |