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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17806 | 2022-08-30 15:10:24 | 161.37 | 98% |
| 7028 | 2021-09-29 09:48:09 | 151.42 | 99% |
| 3530 | 2020-03-22 11:44:56 | 143.82 | 99% |
| 603 | 2018-05-12 16:05:26 | 99.75 | 97% |