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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 666 | 2022-06-25 02:07:09 | 121.65 | 98% |
| 325 | 2022-04-25 12:09:26 | 117.80 | 99% |
| 128 | 2022-04-24 02:28:56 | 119.50 | 98% |