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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15630 | 2022-07-02 20:47:25 | 161.52 | 99% |
| 10273 | 2020-03-17 19:57:14 | 127.59 | 98% |
| 6879 | 2020-01-03 11:07:09 | 139.51 | 98% |
| 3471 | 2019-12-01 12:06:44 | 110.95 | 97% |
| 484 | 2018-11-08 17:23:53 | 105.47 | 97% |