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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5216 | 2025-04-16 23:10:22 | 114.57 | 98.4% |
| 3685 | 2021-07-03 06:42:00 | 104.24 | 99% |
| 2241 | 2021-02-04 17:56:09 | 102.68 | 99.6% |
| 1337 | 2021-01-06 03:57:52 | 88.21 | 98% |
| 1261 | 2021-01-03 19:34:32 | 81.99 | 98% |