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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4129 | 2023-10-23 12:42:48 | 94.11 | 96.3% |
| 4114 | 2023-10-20 08:53:35 | 87.85 | 95.8% |
| 3017 | 2022-10-27 09:51:16 | 99.89 | 98% |
| 1136 | 2021-12-22 04:53:03 | 67.73 | 95% |