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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8633 | 2023-09-08 03:53:31 | 123.38 | 98.5% |
| 5575 | 2021-07-31 14:53:45 | 116.26 | 98% |
| 3451 | 2019-09-24 17:15:13 | 98.79 | 99% |