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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17227 | 2021-01-17 06:39:48 | 75.58 | 98% |
| 11336 | 2019-05-07 23:45:22 | 66.24 | 96% |
| 8056 | 2019-01-17 00:54:46 | 83.69 | 97% |
| 7234 | 2018-12-02 16:53:02 | 55.52 | 96% |