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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27906 | 2022-03-30 07:19:37 | 116.48 | 99% |
| 23607 | 2021-06-04 05:51:26 | 115.08 | 99% |
| 21167 | 2021-04-02 03:32:22 | 123.27 | 98% |
| 20937 | 2021-03-29 12:26:34 | 111.31 | 98% |
| 15598 | 2020-11-24 06:51:13 | 101.84 | 100% |
| 14719 | 2020-10-10 01:32:36 | 115.48 | 99% |
| 9796 | 2020-04-06 08:33:13 | 107.17 | 98% |
| 9060 | 2020-03-14 08:23:54 | 107.45 | 99% |
| 5739 | 2018-09-14 08:58:06 | 100.57 | 99% |
| 4410 | 2018-04-13 09:54:45 | 102.65 | 99% |