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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11908 | 2020-09-21 08:56:18 | 86.52 | 95% |
| 10532 | 2020-07-17 06:30:33 | 89.42 | 95% |
| 5131 | 2017-09-15 09:47:24 | 83.23 | 94% |