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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6654 | 2022-10-15 21:47:32 | 116.22 | 99% |
| 5615 | 2021-07-25 14:26:16 | 102.57 | 97% |
| 3543 | 2020-06-08 18:22:25 | 92.13 | 97% |
| 2348 | 2020-04-04 22:32:34 | 89.28 | 96% |