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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11634 | 2020-09-22 00:54:32 | 87.24 | 100% |
| 10816 | 2020-08-28 17:24:45 | 61.97 | 99% |
| 10449 | 2020-08-19 17:34:28 | 73.28 | 98% |