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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5178 | 2024-02-12 09:35:46 | 114.81 | 98% |
| 4526 | 2022-12-17 13:35:08 | 120.96 | 99% |
| 3975 | 2022-12-08 17:30:53 | 112.11 | 98% |