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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4324 | 2022-06-09 05:19:25 | 124.68 | 99% |
| 3978 | 2022-05-28 14:37:44 | 125.31 | 100% |
| 2691 | 2022-04-29 02:52:22 | 121.31 | 99% |
| 2034 | 2022-04-08 10:17:28 | 101.13 | 98% |