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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1748 | 2023-11-13 20:36:34 | 108.74 | 97.6% |
| 1038 | 2023-02-17 16:07:05 | 98.60 | 98% |
| 681 | 2021-02-17 17:37:21 | 87.92 | 97.8% |
| 639 | 2021-02-15 22:45:45 | 97.80 | 98.4% |