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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6891 | 2020-12-02 00:59:57 | 82.55 | 95% |
| 5906 | 2020-09-08 17:04:49 | 71.34 | 94% |
| 2518 | 2020-04-30 04:07:28 | 73.63 | 95% |