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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7092 | 2023-07-25 05:00:19 | 70.49 | 96% |
| 6047 | 2022-11-28 04:54:10 | 61.22 | 95% |
| 5637 | 2022-09-16 13:03:08 | 64.93 | 97% |
| 1648 | 2021-02-10 16:24:51 | 44.34 | 95.3% |
| 1636 | 2021-01-20 15:33:06 | 42.97 | 94% |