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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13362 | 2020-05-15 14:25:33 | 117.22 | 99% |
| 12156 | 2020-04-24 19:02:00 | 86.97 | 97% |
| 11302 | 2020-04-17 05:27:55 | 92.56 | 98% |