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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15131 | 2022-09-09 18:11:30 | 192.17 | 100% |
| 13621 | 2021-04-30 20:31:50 | 164.83 | 98% |
| 10718 | 2020-08-17 14:42:43 | 162.76 | 98% |