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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7695 | 2023-07-18 21:10:25 | 122.60 | 98% |
| 5184 | 2018-07-13 00:52:32 | 117.86 | 98% |
| 4271 | 2018-03-10 18:00:56 | 110.09 | 98% |