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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15471 | 2024-02-10 05:13:27 | 84.54 | 96% |
| 10051 | 2022-12-01 23:12:59 | 89.51 | 97% |
| 9770 | 2022-11-11 01:36:53 | 86.87 | 96% |
| 9278 | 2022-10-15 01:34:54 | 76.25 | 95% |
| 5831 | 2022-06-14 03:29:56 | 83.42 | 96% |
| 4517 | 2022-04-01 03:01:43 | 74.61 | 96% |
| 1710 | 2021-05-04 04:20:18 | 69.08 | 95% |
| 1614 | 2021-04-07 19:55:06 | 73.88 | 95% |
| 1015 | 2021-02-04 02:44:13 | 68.69 | 94.4% |