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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17508 | 2021-09-07 18:29:57 | 93.52 | 97% |
| 16569 | 2021-08-09 20:06:33 | 85.20 | 97% |
| 13108 | 2021-04-13 22:59:20 | 91.60 | 96% |
| 12787 | 2021-04-11 18:33:01 | 97.05 | 97% |
| 12257 | 2021-04-04 22:02:02 | 81.09 | 95% |
| 6548 | 2020-12-16 15:59:30 | 75.03 | 95% |