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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8938 | 2023-07-12 13:52:16 | 81.92 | 99% |
| 8290 | 2023-03-21 05:36:52 | 68.51 | 97% |
| 5804 | 2022-10-09 09:00:34 | 65.13 | 97% |
| 5543 | 2022-09-18 04:46:38 | 71.13 | 100% |
| 1496 | 2021-05-20 08:06:21 | 56.07 | 98% |