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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7138 | 2024-10-08 16:41:17 | 97.73 | 97.3% |
| 6117 | 2024-07-20 18:53:06 | 104.30 | 97.6% |
| 2783 | 2022-05-15 11:51:01 | 84.36 | 97% |
| 2661 | 2022-05-09 10:46:23 | 89.39 | 97% |
| 761 | 2021-08-23 13:16:32 | 65.25 | 95% |