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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5764 | 2021-06-06 14:14:35 | 68.17 | 95% |
| 5619 | 2021-06-01 12:14:51 | 72.05 | 95% |
| 4069 | 2021-04-18 16:06:40 | 48.89 | 93% |
| 3367 | 2021-03-17 17:58:18 | 69.96 | 94% |
| 352 | 2020-10-16 12:18:03 | 78.36 | 96% |