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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1938 | 2021-05-02 18:17:54 | 82.02 | 95% |
| 1280 | 2021-03-14 18:42:02 | 78.28 | 96% |
| 393 | 2020-12-06 22:39:57 | 62.91 | 97% |