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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6957 | 2023-07-21 14:40:29 | 81.91 | 97.3% |
| 5658 | 2022-10-19 12:41:24 | 77.18 | 97% |
| 2942 | 2021-01-21 14:43:56 | 57.35 | 92% |
| 215 | 2020-10-03 19:13:16 | 30.00 | 94% |