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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7582 | 2024-02-14 02:41:12 | 91.26 | 99.2% |
| 6408 | 2022-08-08 10:47:09 | 91.29 | 99% |
| 5488 | 2022-04-21 05:21:47 | 95.26 | 98% |
| 2766 | 2021-06-10 14:05:35 | 88.51 | 100% |
| 539 | 2021-05-05 02:12:28 | 74.16 | 97% |