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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5614 | 2022-01-13 08:42:32 | 103.67 | 98% |
| 5441 | 2022-01-11 12:22:58 | 91.83 | 96% |
| 3131 | 2021-09-14 14:17:04 | 93.49 | 97% |
| 1052 | 2021-07-02 07:30:12 | 83.15 | 97% |
| 516 | 2021-06-10 13:12:18 | 93.99 | 98% |