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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4890 | 2023-12-31 03:05:56 | 74.81 | 97% |
| 3500 | 2023-05-28 06:48:29 | 87.76 | 99% |
| 2800 | 2023-02-05 08:02:01 | 77.54 | 95% |
| 1955 | 2022-10-10 03:37:06 | 76.30 | 97% |
| 171 | 2020-12-30 01:44:54 | 49.79 | 95% |