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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5080 | 2024-03-04 23:07:39 | 115.77 | 97.7% |
| 3894 | 2023-05-04 04:33:32 | 91.10 | 96% |
| 1128 | 2021-03-29 16:23:36 | 73.87 | 97% |