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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4557 | 2022-11-28 12:36:18 | 100.89 | 97% |
| 3386 | 2022-02-22 19:30:57 | 92.09 | 95% |
| 2291 | 2021-10-15 20:00:42 | 78.28 | 94% |
| 2035 | 2021-09-26 21:20:26 | 84.79 | 96% |