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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2575 | 2021-09-22 03:17:45 | 85.23 | 98% |
| 2327 | 2021-09-17 21:24:01 | 69.97 | 96% |
| 1812 | 2021-09-11 13:53:21 | 83.19 | 98% |
| 1686 | 2021-09-09 10:57:35 | 72.36 | 97% |