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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13300 | 2021-12-10 08:59:14 | 131.64 | 99% |
| 11806 | 2021-01-29 04:59:26 | 97.36 | 95.1% |
| 3967 | 2019-03-14 19:47:36 | 89.66 | 96% |
| 3717 | 2019-03-09 07:09:23 | 103.55 | 96% |
| 714 | 2019-01-03 06:25:40 | 112.59 | 98% |