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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8890 | 2023-10-30 11:03:53 | 95.71 | 97% |
| 7895 | 2023-09-07 07:28:49 | 124.70 | 100% |
| 3066 | 2022-03-09 11:54:47 | 90.79 | 96% |
| 2510 | 2022-02-27 02:51:31 | 98.24 | 98% |
| 319 | 2021-11-16 23:55:33 | 57.72 | 97% |