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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15030 | 2022-08-04 20:04:51 | 170.84 | 99% |
| 13428 | 2022-02-01 21:03:39 | 171.42 | 100% |
| 9821 | 2021-04-03 15:39:27 | 161.49 | 99% |