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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12853 | 2023-05-09 12:48:55 | 45.15 | 94% |
| 10579 | 2022-07-21 21:38:47 | 60.35 | 98% |
| 8107 | 2020-04-22 01:07:00 | 43.66 | 94% |
| 8081 | 2020-04-19 14:41:21 | 47.46 | 96% |