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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2765 | 2022-05-13 12:08:48 | 57.92 | 96% |
| 2026 | 2018-09-13 13:59:42 | 57.98 | 96% |
| 1880 | 2018-08-15 07:49:00 | 62.80 | 96% |