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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4203 | 2022-11-17 07:55:12 | 73.99 | 97% |
| 3263 | 2022-09-07 14:11:00 | 82.51 | 98% |
| 2551 | 2022-06-02 19:18:57 | 89.56 | 98% |
| 2344 | 2022-05-20 06:04:01 | 70.75 | 96% |
| 1752 | 2022-03-22 08:15:25 | 81.88 | 96% |
| 1370 | 2022-02-20 16:09:02 | 79.09 | 97% |
| 1284 | 2022-02-15 07:35:41 | 66.95 | 96% |