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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2152 | 2021-03-14 12:24:58 | 89.36 | 98% |
| 864 | 2020-11-25 14:31:13 | 81.67 | 97% |
| 573 | 2020-10-25 17:15:45 | 77.92 | 98% |