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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7802 | 2023-09-09 10:10:08 | 109.31 | 99% |
| 7025 | 2021-01-20 17:35:00 | 100.29 | 98% |
| 6698 | 2021-01-03 01:25:15 | 116.61 | 99% |