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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 25946 | 2022-09-24 20:16:59 | 117.87 | 98% |
| 25721 | 2022-09-15 16:00:05 | 95.30 | 97% |
| 21037 | 2021-07-28 21:46:41 | 105.37 | 98% |
| 17421 | 2021-04-13 00:18:57 | 98.60 | 98% |
| 10827 | 2020-10-13 22:32:28 | 90.69 | 98% |
| 10145 | 2020-10-08 13:45:03 | 84.45 | 97% |
| 5495 | 2020-06-26 14:22:16 | 86.55 | 98% |
| 5275 | 2020-06-17 20:13:51 | 89.18 | 99% |
| 4822 | 2020-06-08 14:29:38 | 70.18 | 97% |
| 4452 | 2020-06-03 19:09:50 | 88.31 | 98% |