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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17275 | 2022-11-29 08:51:45 | 153.97 | 100% |
| 17105 | 2022-11-26 06:05:50 | 103.72 | 97% |
| 16510 | 2021-12-26 07:26:33 | 137.04 | 99% |
| 7774 | 2020-01-06 13:54:57 | 107.89 | 97% |