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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6229 | 2023-05-19 23:50:50 | 84.92 | 96% |
| 5239 | 2023-04-09 01:22:24 | 85.55 | 97% |
| 2927 | 2022-11-25 20:28:54 | 81.62 | 96% |
| 2574 | 2022-11-14 22:26:41 | 77.80 | 98% |
| 2234 | 2022-09-01 23:47:55 | 72.55 | 96% |
| 1446 | 2022-07-29 05:27:47 | 70.44 | 96% |
| 1159 | 2022-07-20 18:25:23 | 67.22 | 95% |