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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 21378 | 2023-01-14 12:54:48 | 118.66 | 100% |
| 13442 | 2022-10-07 19:21:06 | 106.55 | 98% |
| 8325 | 2022-06-21 21:58:05 | 118.85 | 100% |
| 3655 | 2017-10-24 13:40:32 | 107.46 | 98% |
| 3278 | 2017-10-01 21:12:26 | 109.05 | 100% |