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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8025 | 2020-11-11 03:17:28 | 71.76 | 96% |
| 5069 | 2020-10-22 09:36:19 | 65.71 | 98% |
| 1659 | 2020-09-15 08:57:14 | 43.78 | 97% |