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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8932 | 2020-12-10 17:58:15 | 90.69 | 96% |
| 4083 | 2020-04-24 14:31:20 | 91.97 | 97% |
| 3954 | 2020-04-19 21:40:41 | 82.06 | 98% |