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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7438 | 2021-05-03 20:11:42 | 98.32 | 97% |
| 7028 | 2021-05-01 15:01:22 | 106.85 | 98% |
| 4298 | 2021-03-25 21:17:40 | 97.38 | 98% |
| 2946 | 2021-02-15 20:13:12 | 86.86 | 95.7% |