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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6972 | 2020-06-09 13:17:20 | 98.18 | 97% |
| 6454 | 2020-06-01 09:51:19 | 107.35 | 98% |
| 3320 | 2018-05-03 12:11:14 | 103.62 | 98% |