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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7599 | 2022-07-30 12:02:17 | 144.77 | 100% |
| 3530 | 2021-12-03 12:12:59 | 127.45 | 99% |
| 2371 | 2021-11-23 15:15:26 | 115.94 | 98% |
| 202 | 2020-10-29 03:34:49 | 99.49 | 97% |