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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3081 | 2021-05-03 13:35:34 | 86.93 | 98% |
| 3066 | 2021-05-02 09:41:20 | 77.65 | 97% |
| 1002 | 2021-01-03 16:50:34 | 69.55 | 96% |