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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2866 | 2023-02-24 18:11:56 | 80.85 | 98% |
| 1798 | 2021-05-16 13:27:00 | 63.02 | 97% |
| 1775 | 2021-05-15 23:47:18 | 66.32 | 96% |
| 998 | 2021-03-03 01:56:24 | 44.03 | 96% |
| 638 | 2021-02-28 01:31:25 | 44.83 | 93% |