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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9609 | 2022-10-15 03:58:43 | 90.62 | 99% |
| 8592 | 2022-03-17 07:09:12 | 74.80 | 98% |
| 8435 | 2022-02-27 13:14:48 | 58.61 | 97% |
| 6634 | 2021-12-27 09:58:49 | 76.85 | 99% |
| 5842 | 2021-12-11 04:40:09 | 73.28 | 99% |
| 4981 | 2021-10-22 18:01:48 | 49.66 | 99% |
| 4755 | 2021-10-16 12:14:39 | 67.34 | 97% |
| 2679 | 2021-08-31 10:11:11 | 74.03 | 98% |