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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 62313 | 2021-01-10 03:29:09 | 136.13 | 97% |
| 54191 | 2020-07-10 23:31:20 | 100.37 | 96% |
| 48769 | 2020-06-15 06:25:01 | 132.90 | 99% |
| 47482 | 2020-06-08 21:32:44 | 127.48 | 98% |
| 44688 | 2020-05-24 01:20:07 | 155.65 | 100% |
| 41403 | 2020-05-09 04:07:43 | 100.70 | 97% |
| 41136 | 2020-05-08 02:46:36 | 129.78 | 98% |
| 35288 | 2020-04-04 01:25:51 | 148.91 | 100% |
| 18595 | 2019-10-20 11:06:09 | 113.08 | 98% |
| 18409 | 2019-10-19 12:38:33 | 105.37 | 97% |
| 8084 | 2019-05-05 15:23:04 | 122.00 | 98% |