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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21472 | 2019-07-02 19:28:00 | 96.10 | 98% |
| 16511 | 2017-08-28 03:27:12 | 83.62 | 97% |
| 16505 | 2017-08-28 03:22:07 | 101.36 | 100% |