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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8306 | 2023-04-19 08:17:47 | 91.21 | 98% |
| 8229 | 2023-04-16 18:04:22 | 84.30 | 97% |
| 2616 | 2022-01-15 17:19:43 | 72.94 | 98% |
| 2283 | 2021-12-18 08:59:14 | 81.97 | 99% |
| 2058 | 2021-09-23 06:42:23 | 78.71 | 97% |
| 1832 | 2021-08-25 09:58:39 | 81.15 | 97% |