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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7773 | 2021-09-21 07:25:04 | 81.62 | 97% |
| 7260 | 2021-08-13 04:37:22 | 78.54 | 96% |
| 4012 | 2021-02-09 04:03:39 | 67.49 | 97% |
| 3835 | 2021-01-28 05:11:33 | 69.70 | 98.4% |
| 3663 | 2021-01-12 04:14:05 | 56.46 | 96% |