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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8743 | 2023-05-28 06:48:25 | 101.48 | 96.7% |
| 8109 | 2023-05-06 12:41:20 | 84.71 | 95% |
| 5360 | 2023-02-21 13:11:42 | 76.85 | 96% |
| 4268 | 2023-01-15 08:04:48 | 72.43 | 96% |
| 1763 | 2022-12-01 17:38:36 | 68.84 | 94% |