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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4415 | 2023-05-02 07:03:07 | 103.34 | 98% |
| 3364 | 2022-07-04 09:02:45 | 120.08 | 99% |
| 2440 | 2021-11-29 02:16:08 | 88.97 | 99% |
| 2022 | 2021-11-15 07:54:49 | 65.37 | 95% |