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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6824 | 2022-01-19 14:22:22 | 100.63 | 98% |
| 5367 | 2021-02-27 03:11:18 | 99.25 | 99.2% |
| 877 | 2019-10-11 17:48:28 | 76.93 | 98% |