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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10060 | 2023-03-10 05:55:46 | 98.67 | 96% |
| 4814 | 2022-11-26 10:48:39 | 85.54 | 97% |
| 4262 | 2022-09-23 03:48:09 | 86.12 | 96% |
| 925 | 2021-03-03 07:06:12 | 75.46 | 95% |
| 292 | 2021-01-09 13:55:14 | 70.74 | 97% |