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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5402 | 2023-10-27 20:56:06 | 97.74 | 96.2% |
| 5100 | 2023-07-09 14:03:17 | 117.56 | 98.1% |
| 4176 | 2022-12-31 04:04:52 | 111.12 | 98% |