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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7864 | 2023-05-08 00:57:18 | 133.79 | 98% |
| 6313 | 2022-11-08 00:59:33 | 131.00 | 99% |
| 5356 | 2022-08-25 01:36:44 | 124.00 | 98% |
| 2668 | 2022-04-14 03:56:23 | 99.95 | 96% |
| 882 | 2022-02-16 05:45:02 | 109.47 | 97% |