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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4736 | 2022-07-28 13:21:53 | 79.01 | 97% |
| 4290 | 2021-09-01 11:30:46 | 63.19 | 92% |
| 1656 | 2021-06-27 10:43:06 | 74.86 | 93% |
| 717 | 2021-03-19 10:47:52 | 59.47 | 92% |
| 617 | 2021-03-14 13:16:55 | 76.15 | 93% |