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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 8189 | 2023-08-06 13:59:10 | 77.36 | 97% |
| 5246 | 2021-04-20 06:05:40 | 64.94 | 97% |
| 5012 | 2021-04-02 20:58:11 | 77.74 | 99% |
| 2047 | 2020-09-13 06:29:00 | 68.55 | 99% |
| 1961 | 2020-09-08 05:43:10 | 62.66 | 96% |