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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3153 | 2025-01-07 00:40:43 | 132.68 | 98% |
| 2509 | 2021-07-23 13:18:29 | 109.07 | 96% |
| 280 | 2018-01-23 14:09:52 | 56.67 | 93% |