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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17820 | 2023-03-30 04:20:32 | 84.91 | 97% |
| 15630 | 2023-01-29 14:34:31 | 92.43 | 98% |
| 15473 | 2023-01-24 13:10:39 | 85.97 | 97% |
| 10980 | 2022-03-16 08:39:09 | 89.12 | 98% |
| 6452 | 2018-04-28 04:28:33 | 74.04 | 97% |