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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13818 | 2022-03-02 14:22:08 | 115.62 | 97% |
| 13755 | 2022-02-27 15:17:14 | 120.30 | 98% |
| 12953 | 2022-01-24 07:13:58 | 109.04 | 98% |
| 11050 | 2021-10-07 12:07:47 | 112.88 | 98% |
| 9977 | 2021-07-09 13:54:20 | 116.34 | 100% |
| 7002 | 2021-04-28 06:52:36 | 102.10 | 98% |
| 6502 | 2021-04-23 14:08:33 | 104.39 | 98% |
| 6358 | 2021-04-22 07:20:18 | 103.66 | 98% |
| 3901 | 2021-04-03 23:50:27 | 86.29 | 97% |
| 3720 | 2021-04-01 15:35:01 | 107.90 | 100% |
| 630 | 2021-02-10 07:04:03 | 91.69 | 98% |