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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22211 | 2025-10-06 05:27:21 | 84.50 | 95% |
| 21843 | 2025-10-01 14:32:09 | 88.95 | 96% |
| 17828 | 2025-08-19 08:41:35 | 91.30 | 97% |
| 17045 | 2025-08-12 10:07:16 | 84.48 | 96% |
| 9048 | 2025-04-14 02:48:47 | 86.82 | 96% |