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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8984 | 2022-06-23 00:12:42 | 115.47 | 99% |
| 5125 | 2018-05-28 19:53:28 | 112.45 | 99% |
| 1101 | 2017-12-07 03:58:57 | 89.29 | 98% |