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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3469 | 2022-07-26 06:52:02 | 62.37 | 98% |
| 3125 | 2022-04-16 12:23:42 | 54.23 | 95% |
| 2696 | 2021-08-30 03:51:28 | 49.51 | 94% |
| 2391 | 2021-05-21 05:15:03 | 50.34 | 97% |
| 406 | 2019-12-24 12:00:52 | 30.62 | 95% |