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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16716 | 2022-01-09 03:33:13 | 86.04 | 98% |
| 14036 | 2021-04-10 10:10:47 | 78.05 | 98% |
| 6551 | 2019-09-30 02:08:08 | 74.51 | 98% |