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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7440 | 2022-11-26 12:06:51 | 54.97 | 95% |
| 6039 | 2022-08-22 13:04:34 | 52.36 | 96% |
| 5396 | 2022-08-19 07:35:53 | 60.33 | 96% |
| 5082 | 2022-08-13 11:08:13 | 55.77 | 97% |
| 3175 | 2022-05-04 12:23:57 | 57.36 | 97% |