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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3305 | 2020-05-05 13:52:45 | 86.06 | 96% |
| 2618 | 2020-04-16 13:23:47 | 84.59 | 96% |
| 2457 | 2020-04-12 10:43:02 | 86.50 | 97% |