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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4610 | 2023-09-27 15:55:14 | 72.26 | 96.3% |
| 2991 | 2023-07-01 07:07:57 | 75.04 | 97% |
| 1974 | 2023-06-02 10:54:28 | 69.73 | 98% |
| 1447 | 2023-05-19 15:12:37 | 72.79 | 95% |