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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2228 | 2022-01-26 12:26:24 | 124.45 | 98% |
| 917 | 2021-04-16 12:39:14 | 100.96 | 98% |
| 270 | 2021-03-01 09:20:17 | 100.82 | 96% |