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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5538 | 2021-08-04 14:22:58 | 83.08 | 97% |
| 4850 | 2021-07-03 23:58:02 | 69.08 | 97% |
| 4218 | 2021-06-24 11:56:28 | 64.07 | 96% |
| 4115 | 2021-06-23 13:21:35 | 69.42 | 94% |