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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1221 | 2020-08-14 08:57:08 | 52.42 | 93% |
| 895 | 2020-05-30 14:10:52 | 46.71 | 93% |
| 329 | 2019-09-27 18:15:20 | 43.25 | 94% |