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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12816 | 2023-08-21 22:18:47 | 117.45 | 98% |
| 7920 | 2018-07-27 11:45:06 | 142.09 | 99% |
| 7713 | 2018-07-16 05:58:59 | 127.13 | 98% |
| 6097 | 2018-04-26 11:26:26 | 130.32 | 99% |