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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 39582 | 2022-03-26 15:44:50 | 181.18 | 100% |
| 37429 | 2021-10-09 00:47:36 | 165.85 | 100% |
| 35478 | 2021-03-23 00:09:25 | 133.33 | 98% |
| 28244 | 2020-09-24 16:01:37 | 203.00 | 100% |
| 20634 | 2020-06-13 21:19:58 | 151.08 | 100% |
| 17037 | 2020-05-28 05:40:31 | 131.46 | 98% |
| 10958 | 2020-04-12 04:20:32 | 102.64 | 95% |
| 9226 | 2020-04-01 21:44:18 | 142.39 | 99% |
| 9219 | 2020-04-01 21:39:08 | 138.41 | 100% |
| 6659 | 2019-10-06 02:24:26 | 138.69 | 100% |