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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14886 | 2021-05-21 13:32:18 | 84.77 | 98% |
| 14298 | 2021-05-10 12:43:27 | 90.41 | 98% |
| 12303 | 2021-03-31 08:09:41 | 73.01 | 97% |
| 11670 | 2021-02-08 16:20:55 | 81.82 | 97% |
| 4710 | 2020-08-04 12:21:42 | 68.97 | 96% |
| 2956 | 2020-07-01 16:43:26 | 64.12 | 96% |