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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1515 | 2021-05-02 12:10:02 | 95.26 | 99% |
| 1398 | 2021-04-28 21:56:34 | 80.29 | 97% |
| 1221 | 2021-04-22 12:10:12 | 88.94 | 97% |
| 790 | 2021-03-17 13:13:01 | 67.64 | 96% |