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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4890 | 2022-11-14 02:15:22 | 47.93 | 96% |
| 4004 | 2022-10-18 02:26:07 | 49.08 | 96% |
| 3492 | 2022-10-08 22:46:05 | 47.67 | 96% |
| 3401 | 2022-10-06 16:29:02 | 48.42 | 96% |
| 1186 | 2022-08-07 20:44:19 | 36.34 | 93% |
| 77 | 2021-12-23 16:49:14 | 34.73 | 95% |