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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14352 | 2022-08-05 10:40:19 | 91.09 | 96% |
| 13503 | 2022-05-30 14:45:07 | 91.06 | 97% |
| 10641 | 2021-05-26 18:19:11 | 78.81 | 98% |
| 9338 | 2021-03-01 18:04:32 | 80.42 | 97% |
| 9008 | 2021-02-02 23:21:55 | 78.57 | 97% |
| 8543 | 2021-01-08 22:40:05 | 78.38 | 96% |