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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9137 | 2023-06-05 10:03:45 | 51.06 | 95% |
| 8849 | 2023-06-02 14:52:24 | 68.23 | 98% |
| 6790 | 2023-05-15 14:10:48 | 64.96 | 97% |
| 6354 | 2023-05-13 08:13:57 | 60.10 | 96% |
| 5653 | 2023-05-07 14:28:18 | 61.56 | 97% |
| 2278 | 2023-04-12 12:30:32 | 56.79 | 97% |