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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3784 | 2022-03-16 19:42:57 | 78.72 | 99% |
| 3748 | 2022-03-12 13:41:58 | 60.09 | 99% |
| 2785 | 2021-08-12 19:02:25 | 65.77 | 98% |
| 1531 | 2021-02-26 10:09:02 | 59.42 | 98.8% |
| 1287 | 2021-02-16 21:30:17 | 52.69 | 96% |