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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14479 | 2022-11-17 12:49:19 | 91.98 | 98% |
| 14320 | 2021-06-30 15:51:53 | 114.53 | 99% |
| 13851 | 2021-05-23 23:26:28 | 106.78 | 99% |
| 8620 | 2017-12-16 00:39:46 | 100.32 | 98% |