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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3818 | 2019-10-21 23:55:16 | 87.26 | 97% |
| 667 | 2018-12-29 16:35:20 | 80.76 | 96% |
| 601 | 2018-12-29 14:01:41 | 81.94 | 97% |