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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11394 | 2022-07-07 11:53:55 | 94.39 | 95% |
| 11145 | 2022-06-28 08:54:47 | 83.89 | 95% |
| 10645 | 2022-05-03 10:35:42 | 52.37 | 96% |
| 9941 | 2021-12-12 18:30:51 | 56.73 | 95% |
| 8478 | 2021-03-06 21:11:25 | 67.90 | 98% |