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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2651 | 2025-03-07 14:26:34 | 91.90 | 95.8% |
| 2011 | 2025-01-08 15:51:34 | 101.47 | 97.8% |
| 809 | 2024-10-22 19:20:11 | 101.40 | 97.6% |