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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9172 | 2024-04-14 01:33:17 | 139.38 | 97.7% |
| 6426 | 2023-01-18 00:14:54 | 129.58 | 98% |
| 4335 | 2022-05-23 17:06:06 | 128.84 | 99% |