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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22518 | 2020-08-21 03:50:44 | 67.49 | 94% |
| 21254 | 2020-07-31 07:55:58 | 79.75 | 94% |
| 15032 | 2020-04-17 01:11:18 | 92.30 | 96% |