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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4257 | 2021-06-29 01:27:13 | 129.03 | 98% |
| 2159 | 2021-01-24 11:42:18 | 120.43 | 99% |
| 2152 | 2021-01-24 11:31:17 | 121.79 | 97% |
| 565 | 2020-10-18 07:27:58 | 129.08 | 99% |