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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8054 | 2022-12-15 15:55:06 | 96.85 | 97% |
| 7231 | 2022-10-24 02:11:05 | 118.92 | 97% |
| 5502 | 2022-08-25 23:23:38 | 108.26 | 97% |
| 2459 | 2022-06-26 05:50:51 | 91.58 | 96% |