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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11024 | 2023-01-05 23:15:03 | 101.90 | 97% |
| 6542 | 2021-05-16 18:13:14 | 94.99 | 96% |
| 6390 | 2021-05-10 19:58:05 | 98.65 | 97% |
| 3836 | 2021-04-13 18:34:28 | 83.71 | 96% |
| 1760 | 2021-03-21 10:35:48 | 83.54 | 94% |