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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6653 | 2023-02-12 10:16:00 | 141.05 | 98% |
| 4579 | 2021-05-30 14:02:25 | 110.96 | 97% |
| 2661 | 2020-12-03 15:07:26 | 94.36 | 97% |