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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10031 | 2022-10-18 06:19:58 | 82.37 | 98% |
| 5295 | 2020-01-16 02:29:32 | 68.30 | 97% |
| 5143 | 2020-01-12 08:29:21 | 68.75 | 98% |
| 2106 | 2018-12-30 01:52:02 | 62.01 | 97% |