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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15290 | 2022-05-13 15:33:37 | 86.17 | 97% |
| 15077 | 2021-11-01 15:39:51 | 99.85 | 98% |
| 13696 | 2018-03-26 15:56:36 | 88.50 | 97% |