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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17077 | 2021-11-20 14:39:18 | 94.09 | 94% |
| 9495 | 2020-04-11 08:23:50 | 96.26 | 96% |
| 2749 | 2020-02-16 06:54:46 | 79.91 | 96% |