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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16759 | 2020-09-03 22:30:04 | 94.19 | 99% |
| 12793 | 2020-06-03 22:53:49 | 100.16 | 99% |
| 12097 | 2020-04-27 16:52:22 | 89.98 | 98% |
| 8105 | 2020-02-08 13:26:36 | 80.02 | 98% |
| 5956 | 2020-01-17 23:10:26 | 69.74 | 97% |
| 2707 | 2019-11-18 10:42:14 | 71.59 | 98% |
| 2616 | 2019-11-15 23:18:08 | 77.32 | 98% |
| 1327 | 2019-10-16 09:47:42 | 68.06 | 97% |