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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5561 | 2021-02-15 09:26:01 | 86.58 | 97% |
| 4784 | 2020-08-17 14:55:16 | 88.75 | 99% |
| 594 | 2019-12-02 10:10:03 | 84.93 | 98% |