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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17481 | 2022-09-29 21:01:52 | 112.47 | 99% |
| 15701 | 2022-04-16 06:01:51 | 106.19 | 98% |
| 13957 | 2022-01-11 19:07:08 | 113.05 | 99% |
| 12996 | 2021-12-28 06:07:15 | 114.02 | 98% |
| 12194 | 2021-12-16 15:34:21 | 105.04 | 97% |