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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15889 | 2024-11-10 14:18:55 | 69.61 | 93.4% |
| 14294 | 2024-09-14 16:56:07 | 72.82 | 95.8% |
| 11849 | 2024-08-06 19:49:24 | 81.44 | 96.7% |
| 11600 | 2024-08-01 07:13:10 | 80.96 | 96.9% |
| 7499 | 2024-05-02 20:08:35 | 96.87 | 98.3% |
| 1254 | 2021-08-23 06:13:26 | 59.16 | 95% |