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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24693 | 2022-03-24 12:24:46 | 91.46 | 100% |
| 23075 | 2021-02-19 13:53:30 | 86.69 | 99.2% |
| 21474 | 2020-09-07 23:40:27 | 91.08 | 100% |
| 20353 | 2019-12-09 19:48:59 | 85.35 | 99% |
| 17235 | 2018-12-12 11:34:23 | 83.33 | 99% |