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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27854 | 2020-08-26 20:07:26 | 163.17 | 100% |
| 23519 | 2019-04-24 03:12:32 | 134.34 | 97% |
| 20826 | 2019-02-17 04:28:38 | 146.73 | 99% |
| 20033 | 2019-02-06 18:48:48 | 120.24 | 98% |
| 18907 | 2018-12-30 20:00:00 | 144.22 | 98% |
| 14212 | 2018-10-11 03:02:53 | 117.96 | 97% |
| 12502 | 2018-09-23 05:41:03 | 116.88 | 96% |
| 2872 | 2018-07-21 19:57:10 | 122.43 | 97% |
| 1552 | 2018-07-12 13:21:50 | 103.59 | 96% |