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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1805 | 2021-01-03 20:35:02 | 83.99 | 97% |
| 1093 | 2020-09-08 21:12:34 | 53.62 | 97% |
| 272 | 2020-04-29 20:57:41 | 66.98 | 97% |