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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17050 | 2022-05-18 13:26:49 | 76.55 | 97% |
| 13335 | 2022-01-13 13:33:29 | 74.79 | 96% |
| 10383 | 2021-08-25 14:31:15 | 84.79 | 98% |
| 7160 | 2021-04-21 04:55:05 | 75.34 | 99% |
| 6964 | 2021-04-10 06:06:56 | 60.62 | 96% |
| 6918 | 2021-04-08 15:01:11 | 64.62 | 97% |
| 2468 | 2020-06-30 09:50:20 | 50.88 | 94% |
| 1180 | 2020-05-18 05:36:38 | 52.50 | 96% |