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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4993 | 2021-03-09 11:19:07 | 58.95 | 94% |
| 4227 | 2020-08-25 17:53:49 | 65.68 | 96% |
| 476 | 2020-03-29 11:04:37 | 44.95 | 95% |