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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4321 | 2021-07-07 21:46:47 | 84.97 | 98% |
| 3072 | 2021-05-28 19:02:47 | 90.26 | 100% |
| 2749 | 2021-05-18 11:33:23 | 80.05 | 98% |
| 2103 | 2021-05-04 15:37:34 | 80.67 | 97% |
| 271 | 2021-03-31 17:50:58 | 68.22 | 98% |