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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14584 | 2024-05-12 10:21:26 | 84.82 | 98% |
| 12881 | 2024-03-27 09:39:12 | 72.88 | 96% |
| 10612 | 2023-12-16 17:43:42 | 79.90 | 96.6% |
| 8058 | 2023-10-08 20:35:39 | 62.61 | 94.2% |
| 5620 | 2023-09-10 14:36:42 | 68.98 | 96% |
| 5571 | 2023-09-09 18:57:07 | 72.10 | 96% |
| 1081 | 2023-07-08 09:12:40 | 66.07 | 97% |
| 388 | 2023-06-05 12:46:00 | 53.67 | 97% |