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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12107 | 2022-03-18 06:38:03 | 61.09 | 95% |
| 11552 | 2021-04-07 08:39:11 | 74.15 | 97% |
| 8063 | 2020-03-19 06:32:00 | 60.06 | 96% |
| 2122 | 2018-07-03 07:07:30 | 43.79 | 93% |
| 1902 | 2018-06-13 02:27:12 | 35.96 | 92% |