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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6363 | 2023-01-28 22:36:37 | 133.24 | 98% |
| 5376 | 2022-05-01 01:01:25 | 129.99 | 99% |
| 3818 | 2021-02-16 16:10:32 | 132.97 | 98.4% |