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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3501 | 2021-07-05 22:04:59 | 102.19 | 98% |
| 1196 | 2021-04-28 21:56:28 | 96.84 | 96% |
| 46 | 2021-04-07 00:47:28 | 110.13 | 97% |