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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18847 | 2024-01-02 08:56:41 | 97.22 | 97.7% |
| 17246 | 2022-07-03 16:57:48 | 94.88 | 98% |
| 17142 | 2022-06-29 13:49:44 | 96.91 | 98% |
| 16982 | 2022-06-24 12:38:13 | 80.32 | 95% |
| 16362 | 2021-12-27 08:14:52 | 86.01 | 96% |
| 14062 | 2020-11-27 07:09:42 | 86.27 | 97% |
| 9660 | 2020-02-26 08:48:46 | 83.52 | 97% |
| 4929 | 2018-08-15 12:39:41 | 63.05 | 94% |