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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11508 | 2021-12-17 03:18:17 | 88.83 | 95% |
| 9813 | 2021-08-24 01:04:21 | 98.74 | 97% |
| 4706 | 2021-05-06 01:59:33 | 89.74 | 96% |
| 3909 | 2021-04-29 00:27:01 | 92.48 | 97% |
| 1724 | 2021-03-24 20:18:45 | 111.74 | 99% |
| 512 | 2021-03-13 05:29:51 | 84.28 | 97% |