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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4738 | 2021-07-09 03:16:55 | 66.61 | 97% |
| 4033 | 2021-05-11 02:23:59 | 68.87 | 98% |
| 2613 | 2021-01-06 09:19:17 | 58.75 | 97% |