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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13802 | 2023-02-13 06:29:13 | 82.16 | 96% |
| 13619 | 2023-02-10 13:12:11 | 75.75 | 96% |
| 13490 | 2023-02-08 14:35:33 | 65.30 | 95% |
| 11441 | 2022-12-24 13:00:20 | 66.88 | 95% |
| 8661 | 2022-12-01 18:24:40 | 78.21 | 97% |
| 7763 | 2022-11-25 09:15:34 | 66.35 | 96% |
| 7318 | 2022-11-21 14:41:40 | 62.09 | 96% |
| 3327 | 2022-10-10 06:30:03 | 55.15 | 94% |
| 648 | 2022-09-19 15:22:09 | 51.68 | 96% |