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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20637 | 2023-06-20 07:22:58 | 117.35 | 98% |
| 16355 | 2020-09-10 03:20:40 | 116.65 | 99% |
| 15477 | 2020-08-12 23:13:04 | 103.74 | 97% |
| 14617 | 2020-07-26 05:36:57 | 127.92 | 98% |
| 14243 | 2020-07-20 17:08:38 | 93.85 | 97% |
| 12925 | 2020-07-02 19:01:26 | 99.92 | 96% |
| 12285 | 2020-06-25 00:15:10 | 109.10 | 97% |
| 11925 | 2020-06-20 19:18:00 | 107.93 | 97% |
| 11046 | 2020-06-06 21:19:43 | 110.18 | 98% |
| 11042 | 2020-06-06 21:11:52 | 93.76 | 96% |
| 8848 | 2020-05-04 19:33:10 | 106.00 | 96% |
| 7179 | 2020-04-13 04:37:37 | 110.34 | 97% |
| 3251 | 2020-01-25 07:50:17 | 87.42 | 96% |