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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2708 | 2021-07-21 12:40:53 | 81.19 | 98% |
| 1277 | 2021-02-12 17:26:24 | 70.52 | 97% |
| 881 | 2021-01-25 13:13:34 | 67.63 | 98% |