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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9007 | 2024-01-01 17:03:27 | 91.39 | 97% |
| 4567 | 2021-08-17 23:47:39 | 88.53 | 97% |
| 2519 | 2021-05-19 12:15:45 | 73.37 | 94% |
| 1750 | 2021-02-04 09:41:39 | 76.07 | 96% |