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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7183 | 2025-01-20 07:59:35 | 94.37 | 98% |
| 4230 | 2024-02-03 15:06:43 | 77.82 | 96.1% |
| 3414 | 2023-06-07 18:14:37 | 71.78 | 95.7% |
| 2782 | 2022-03-06 05:03:21 | 65.32 | 96% |
| 2427 | 2021-11-04 16:43:50 | 74.62 | 98% |
| 373 | 2021-05-06 08:58:02 | 48.93 | 95% |