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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2216 | 2022-04-02 10:35:34 | 92.85 | 99% |
| 1857 | 2022-02-10 12:26:25 | 90.99 | 98% |
| 1631 | 2022-01-20 18:20:01 | 91.93 | 100% |
| 1173 | 2021-12-12 17:59:15 | 87.36 | 98% |