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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5571 | 2022-08-08 08:01:10 | 98.89 | 99% |
| 4943 | 2021-12-17 04:55:55 | 99.73 | 99% |
| 4935 | 2021-12-17 04:48:37 | 103.35 | 100% |