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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3614 | 2021-03-26 11:06:49 | 73.60 | 98% |
| 1063 | 2021-02-08 14:29:10 | 55.73 | 97.3% |
| 575 | 2021-01-29 05:40:14 | 50.96 | 96.7% |