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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2016 | 2023-06-17 18:23:40 | 63.93 | 96% |
| 1552 | 2021-02-18 11:11:29 | 39.59 | 93.4% |
| 1521 | 2021-02-07 18:59:52 | 51.45 | 94.5% |
| 866 | 2020-09-01 14:14:14 | 48.78 | 96% |
| 131 | 2020-05-01 10:02:47 | 33.70 | 94% |