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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5531 | 2022-03-13 02:43:25 | 102.37 | 99% |
| 5428 | 2022-02-16 04:25:38 | 106.52 | 98% |
| 4982 | 2021-02-13 16:56:13 | 102.93 | 98% |
| 3882 | 2020-07-12 20:54:26 | 94.45 | 96% |