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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8359 | 2021-06-23 11:59:17 | 145.55 | 99% |
| 6509 | 2021-05-25 06:15:43 | 148.45 | 100% |
| 4960 | 2021-04-20 06:57:04 | 135.76 | 99% |
| 4055 | 2021-04-05 14:07:34 | 129.82 | 100% |