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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5075 | 2023-01-19 15:25:14 | 128.41 | 96% |
| 4453 | 2021-05-22 00:32:18 | 130.28 | 98% |
| 521 | 2020-02-05 15:43:28 | 125.93 | 98% |