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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3684 | 2021-10-06 16:30:52 | 89.32 | 100% |
| 2146 | 2020-01-07 12:15:06 | 68.41 | 95% |
| 1856 | 2019-11-04 12:01:15 | 80.35 | 97% |