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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27972 | 2022-12-28 19:33:59 | 133.92 | 100% |
| 25822 | 2021-02-14 08:01:03 | 118.75 | 98% |
| 11270 | 2020-01-25 22:03:40 | 83.72 | 97% |
| 1216 | 2019-05-23 00:32:59 | 90.02 | 96% |