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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9943 | 2019-09-15 19:42:38 | 95.22 | 95% |
| 6612 | 2018-07-10 08:13:38 | 83.15 | 95% |
| 2305 | 2017-12-03 15:29:08 | 84.34 | 97% |