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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17608 | 2021-06-20 10:45:46 | 76.64 | 99% |
| 16119 | 2021-04-02 00:00:25 | 64.39 | 97% |
| 13055 | 2021-01-16 22:09:09 | 65.75 | 98% |
| 11400 | 2020-12-01 11:50:26 | 56.85 | 96% |
| 10057 | 2020-10-20 09:00:17 | 59.49 | 97% |
| 9406 | 2020-10-07 22:16:39 | 60.44 | 98% |
| 4163 | 2020-07-06 15:09:23 | 51.31 | 97% |