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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2851 | 2021-01-18 14:49:20 | 73.99 | 95% |
| 2728 | 2021-01-15 13:33:23 | 71.96 | 96% |
| 1606 | 2020-08-20 21:31:58 | 67.87 | 96% |