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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1658 | 2018-02-22 02:25:52 | 59.01 | 97% |
| 1303 | 2017-10-23 17:53:19 | 54.31 | 98% |
| 1273 | 2017-10-23 17:17:22 | 49.94 | 96% |