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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2721 | 2022-03-25 00:56:55 | 93.60 | 97% |
| 2680 | 2022-03-24 04:18:29 | 113.73 | 96% |
| 2446 | 2022-03-09 05:09:09 | 107.01 | 97% |
| 1809 | 2021-05-12 08:47:47 | 82.17 | 96% |