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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1598 | 2022-11-26 10:48:31 | 114.29 | 99% |
| 1210 | 2020-04-06 08:33:15 | 98.76 | 98% |
| 1043 | 2020-02-02 05:13:26 | 102.28 | 98% |