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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8105 | 2024-12-14 17:47:59 | 112.99 | 98.4% |
| 6154 | 2024-10-08 12:28:05 | 129.43 | 98.4% |
| 5875 | 2024-09-22 17:57:06 | 159.56 | 100% |