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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 23427 | 2023-03-15 17:26:44 | 78.38 | 96% |
| 22032 | 2022-12-27 18:29:20 | 84.37 | 95% |
| 17818 | 2021-04-04 07:57:54 | 73.57 | 96% |
| 16709 | 2021-01-17 14:00:55 | 89.66 | 98% |
| 15170 | 2020-11-02 20:16:55 | 66.12 | 95% |
| 13149 | 2020-03-19 20:05:58 | 77.72 | 96% |
| 12629 | 2020-02-22 11:25:35 | 81.72 | 97% |
| 9953 | 2019-08-15 07:53:11 | 71.81 | 96% |
| 7775 | 2017-10-18 12:46:07 | 72.73 | 95% |