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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2797 | 2022-07-21 09:42:23 | 102.16 | 97% |
| 2775 | 2022-07-20 08:52:41 | 102.18 | 97% |
| 1487 | 2021-06-03 10:03:40 | 91.67 | 96% |
| 365 | 2021-05-13 01:43:40 | 96.67 | 98% |