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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2272 | 2025-07-08 13:54:23 | 117.56 | 98% |
| 905 | 2023-12-21 06:29:37 | 85.22 | 94.8% |
| 530 | 2023-05-22 03:54:35 | 85.51 | 95.2% |