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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5217 | 2019-09-05 15:04:58 | 136.14 | 98% |
| 4407 | 2018-09-01 17:11:14 | 123.46 | 97% |
| 3956 | 2017-11-19 19:05:23 | 174.67 | 100% |