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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5844 | 2025-08-25 13:10:16 | 101.72 | 97% |
| 3891 | 2021-09-07 13:29:14 | 79.69 | 96% |
| 2803 | 2021-05-04 16:56:46 | 75.30 | 95% |
| 2547 | 2021-03-22 11:16:45 | 78.01 | 96% |
| 215 | 2020-04-09 13:53:27 | 46.23 | 95% |