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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5992 | 2022-03-11 13:07:21 | 88.20 | 97% |
| 4568 | 2018-12-08 23:36:08 | 61.13 | 96% |
| 3198 | 2018-11-28 03:40:23 | 73.92 | 97% |