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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 28459 | 2024-08-12 15:19:41 | 97.72 | 98.1% |
| 21906 | 2021-09-16 17:01:22 | 107.87 | 99% |
| 19717 | 2021-04-12 16:07:33 | 113.87 | 99% |
| 10952 | 2020-09-17 18:32:48 | 105.80 | 99% |
| 1299 | 2019-10-17 20:02:26 | 83.07 | 98% |