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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12458 | 2020-08-29 08:22:32 | 94.74 | 96% |
| 6553 | 2020-01-05 01:03:40 | 84.01 | 95% |
| 2835 | 2019-10-16 07:58:33 | 87.74 | 98% |
| 2122 | 2019-08-06 07:47:20 | 72.99 | 95% |