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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8114 | 2021-10-26 06:31:25 | 76.37 | 96% |
| 6546 | 2021-09-18 14:29:33 | 73.94 | 95% |
| 5463 | 2021-08-30 13:12:42 | 77.06 | 97% |
| 331 | 2020-10-18 08:53:25 | 67.34 | 94% |