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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4452 | 2023-07-05 16:49:50 | 123.72 | 99% |
| 542 | 2022-02-08 06:10:21 | 116.65 | 99% |
| 521 | 2022-02-02 05:29:21 | 104.89 | 98% |