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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6321 | 2021-04-12 07:45:05 | 76.45 | 98% |
| 5676 | 2020-02-11 07:41:04 | 85.80 | 98% |
| 2502 | 2018-11-21 07:34:45 | 74.93 | 98% |
| 989 | 2018-02-25 09:49:54 | 65.44 | 97% |