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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13002 | 2022-10-12 19:57:46 | 138.75 | 98% |
| 11529 | 2022-04-13 20:07:59 | 165.56 | 99% |
| 11485 | 2022-04-11 22:41:31 | 160.45 | 99% |