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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2522 | 2021-06-06 09:21:35 | 73.65 | 96% |
| 1940 | 2021-03-29 07:17:17 | 70.24 | 97% |
| 1520 | 2021-03-22 14:42:59 | 69.04 | 96% |