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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12130 | 2023-05-28 03:50:07 | 66.14 | 97% |
| 11469 | 2022-12-12 02:53:33 | 62.46 | 95% |
| 9466 | 2022-06-05 14:21:16 | 59.23 | 96% |
| 8730 | 2022-04-27 10:58:14 | 70.05 | 98% |
| 843 | 2021-10-03 22:42:52 | 49.56 | 95% |