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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4154 | 2020-11-11 23:14:06 | 85.95 | 96% |
| 3021 | 2019-10-20 05:34:05 | 91.74 | 98% |
| 2628 | 2019-05-28 04:21:33 | 90.92 | 98% |