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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4878 | 2023-05-30 06:58:12 | 60.45 | 96% |
| 1284 | 2022-08-31 09:52:26 | 92.47 | 98% |
| 655 | 2022-08-14 12:01:38 | 68.90 | 96% |
| 281 | 2022-07-20 19:14:20 | 85.88 | 98% |
| 62 | 2022-04-29 11:09:42 | 86.27 | 98% |