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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13750 | 2025-05-28 18:56:28 | 108.58 | 95.9% |
| 11569 | 2024-08-06 19:49:20 | 89.91 | 94.7% |
| 6976 | 2022-04-28 14:33:14 | 100.73 | 97% |
| 4474 | 2022-01-15 22:18:49 | 117.96 | 98% |
| 3309 | 2021-12-19 18:56:35 | 98.22 | 97% |
| 1202 | 2021-10-30 21:48:48 | 82.65 | 96% |