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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5910 | 2022-05-30 16:35:49 | 99.27 | 99% |
| 4712 | 2021-07-13 22:38:12 | 115.21 | 99% |
| 2244 | 2021-01-18 23:05:45 | 110.07 | 99% |
| 1735 | 2020-12-15 22:19:11 | 103.87 | 98% |