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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1496 | 2023-11-01 14:35:52 | 89.42 | 95.9% |
| 1459 | 2023-02-18 08:47:59 | 94.06 | 97% |
| 1437 | 2022-10-11 01:14:39 | 69.64 | 96% |
| 403 | 2021-05-23 23:26:33 | 89.49 | 98% |
| 97 | 2021-04-13 09:42:36 | 91.51 | 98% |