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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9377 | 2023-01-16 11:06:25 | 118.56 | 97% |
| 5428 | 2022-05-25 19:34:15 | 127.46 | 97% |
| 2041 | 2022-03-23 12:34:56 | 121.25 | 98% |
| 140 | 2022-03-11 13:07:14 | 113.59 | 96% |