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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5378 | 2022-09-20 22:05:43 | 82.96 | 98% |
| 4249 | 2022-05-27 17:36:40 | 79.43 | 97% |
| 4165 | 2022-05-21 20:37:58 | 85.79 | 97% |
| 2997 | 2021-12-16 02:44:45 | 73.65 | 96% |
| 1776 | 2021-09-26 09:21:21 | 63.28 | 97% |