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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2777 | 2024-03-07 17:45:37 | 120.44 | 99.2% |
| 2266 | 2024-02-11 04:52:53 | 106.51 | 98.8% |
| 775 | 2023-04-13 11:12:40 | 106.09 | 100% |
| 68 | 2023-04-01 14:10:30 | 85.90 | 97% |