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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14345 | 2023-03-27 08:46:02 | 137.67 | 99% |
| 13278 | 2022-07-12 02:41:51 | 138.74 | 99% |
| 11720 | 2022-02-08 02:45:03 | 137.30 | 98% |
| 9809 | 2020-09-18 01:12:05 | 122.99 | 98% |
| 9270 | 2020-07-23 21:37:43 | 117.70 | 98% |
| 8835 | 2020-05-30 02:01:15 | 122.34 | 97% |
| 4132 | 2019-07-25 02:15:48 | 109.61 | 97% |