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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7460 | 2021-10-07 14:41:04 | 109.81 | 98% |
| 4982 | 2021-01-14 21:08:34 | 104.27 | 98% |
| 4516 | 2020-12-29 01:35:26 | 73.70 | 98% |
| 3458 | 2020-11-19 03:57:04 | 80.67 | 97% |