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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1039 | 2022-02-16 08:38:38 | 68.05 | 98% |
| 983 | 2021-09-29 07:51:36 | 44.18 | 100% |
| 211 | 2017-09-26 19:42:44 | 54.31 | 97% |
| 119 | 2017-09-26 08:08:16 | 55.06 | 97% |