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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2894 | 2021-06-21 05:30:10 | 64.19 | 96% |
| 853 | 2021-03-01 02:53:12 | 56.81 | 98% |
| 106 | 2021-01-20 15:25:15 | 34.82 | 98% |