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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9095 | 2022-07-05 08:20:13 | 160.68 | 99% |
| 8292 | 2022-01-15 13:12:15 | 142.95 | 98% |
| 7662 | 2021-12-07 05:59:32 | 145.15 | 98% |
| 6565 | 2021-04-22 06:14:50 | 142.95 | 99% |
| 4434 | 2020-12-03 02:47:27 | 150.98 | 99% |
| 520 | 2019-02-13 05:59:56 | 116.82 | 99% |