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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6927 | 2022-05-13 12:37:26 | 81.63 | 97% |
| 2299 | 2020-12-09 05:00:41 | 67.91 | 97% |
| 2199 | 2020-12-01 11:50:17 | 69.49 | 95% |
| 1861 | 2020-10-20 14:08:22 | 74.26 | 97% |
| 1501 | 2020-09-21 08:08:31 | 65.11 | 96% |
| 1112 | 2020-08-01 11:43:56 | 67.61 | 97% |