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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16005 | 2024-03-06 17:14:30 | 109.05 | 99.6% |
| 13524 | 2023-10-13 18:44:04 | 117.79 | 97.3% |
| 6662 | 2022-07-05 18:01:21 | 113.63 | 99% |
| 2641 | 2022-04-28 11:58:53 | 115.48 | 99% |
| 2006 | 2022-04-06 14:36:34 | 89.01 | 97% |