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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5944 | 2024-09-10 05:15:51 | 87.24 | 98.4% |
| 5517 | 2023-06-13 13:20:25 | 81.32 | 97.3% |
| 5369 | 2023-05-21 11:48:30 | 82.86 | 96.6% |
| 1500 | 2020-07-25 04:41:03 | 65.55 | 97% |
| 859 | 2020-04-19 14:41:20 | 48.27 | 95% |