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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13064 | 2021-02-17 13:51:39 | 98.63 | 97.7% |
| 8994 | 2019-06-02 13:15:03 | 95.55 | 98% |
| 6266 | 2018-10-09 15:20:58 | 99.04 | 100% |
| 556 | 2018-01-12 04:57:55 | 85.33 | 98% |