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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7600 | 2023-04-13 17:39:06 | 106.99 | 99% |
| 5483 | 2021-07-16 18:59:15 | 87.10 | 96% |
| 3814 | 2021-02-23 16:52:44 | 72.85 | 93% |
| 3349 | 2021-02-03 16:56:36 | 71.73 | 95.1% |