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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10185 | 2022-07-27 10:49:57 | 87.97 | 98% |
| 10100 | 2022-07-12 07:53:16 | 84.47 | 97% |
| 5109 | 2018-11-17 14:56:48 | 91.33 | 96% |
| 762 | 2018-03-29 14:18:27 | 68.16 | 97% |