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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6530 | 2020-03-15 11:17:18 | 100.88 | 99% |
| 3531 | 2019-07-08 15:23:56 | 91.34 | 99% |
| 2379 | 2019-02-14 10:49:07 | 67.27 | 96% |
| 1367 | 2018-11-18 16:46:16 | 50.37 | 98% |