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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13548 | 2023-08-19 11:05:23 | 86.68 | 97% |
| 7997 | 2022-07-06 07:55:11 | 58.65 | 93% |
| 6309 | 2022-04-11 23:08:51 | 68.75 | 94% |
| 5227 | 2022-02-27 02:51:45 | 65.12 | 95% |
| 2041 | 2021-02-19 22:32:53 | 57.58 | 92.9% |
| 1527 | 2020-12-15 15:00:27 | 53.20 | 94% |