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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11178 | 2024-12-22 01:44:16 | 99.14 | 95.9% |
| 9442 | 2023-03-26 01:56:08 | 93.14 | 95% |
| 8795 | 2023-02-23 16:18:08 | 103.75 | 97% |
| 8166 | 2023-01-14 17:00:12 | 95.29 | 97% |
| 6543 | 2022-05-04 12:51:13 | 98.74 | 97% |
| 1841 | 2020-05-05 19:20:45 | 73.87 | 95% |