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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7244 | 2023-08-16 14:43:31 | 92.16 | 96.1% |
| 4574 | 2022-12-04 05:57:20 | 77.59 | 95% |
| 3152 | 2022-01-09 13:45:16 | 80.06 | 95% |
| 1835 | 2021-08-25 07:54:58 | 78.32 | 95% |
| 1377 | 2021-08-07 05:31:16 | 84.85 | 98% |