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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14932 | 2023-01-09 02:23:39 | 44.99 | 94% |
| 13254 | 2022-10-17 00:05:41 | 48.24 | 94% |
| 10486 | 2022-01-25 16:11:06 | 40.40 | 92% |
| 8260 | 2021-11-20 02:44:42 | 42.44 | 92% |
| 3026 | 2021-03-16 04:02:26 | 33.51 | 93% |
| 1475 | 2021-02-19 15:00:47 | 28.22 | 94.8% |
| 318 | 2021-02-07 18:13:59 | 26.21 | 96% |