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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20361 | 2023-12-16 17:43:35 | 100.18 | 98.4% |
| 18621 | 2021-11-09 14:02:55 | 89.77 | 98% |
| 16827 | 2018-02-06 13:30:17 | 89.78 | 97% |
| 15849 | 2017-12-15 09:38:19 | 92.94 | 99% |