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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8500 | 2021-06-22 00:16:27 | 113.18 | 97% |
| 5703 | 2021-03-17 11:31:34 | 89.59 | 96% |
| 2520 | 2021-01-02 19:36:49 | 84.43 | 96% |
| 1390 | 2020-12-17 03:27:30 | 78.69 | 96% |