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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16942 | 2022-10-10 06:39:42 | 106.68 | 98% |
| 15577 | 2020-12-15 03:28:56 | 105.89 | 98% |
| 13809 | 2020-10-16 01:20:53 | 124.18 | 100% |
| 7873 | 2019-11-25 18:49:46 | 107.43 | 98% |
| 4244 | 2017-11-13 00:36:25 | 83.12 | 96% |