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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9558 | 2023-08-03 22:37:29 | 80.50 | 96% |
| 9173 | 2023-05-11 18:06:47 | 106.76 | 98% |
| 6883 | 2022-05-29 12:59:33 | 105.69 | 100% |
| 5395 | 2022-01-23 17:30:39 | 100.53 | 99% |
| 1987 | 2021-02-14 18:29:45 | 88.04 | 98% |