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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8903 | 2025-03-28 05:51:31 | 120.74 | 98.9% |
| 6795 | 2024-08-10 20:10:42 | 134.74 | 99.2% |
| 1249 | 2023-10-03 00:55:27 | 126.10 | 98.7% |
| 95 | 2021-03-04 15:30:11 | 112.24 | 99% |