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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 32917 | 2023-09-30 08:20:18 | 148.12 | 98.5% |
| 22556 | 2022-11-07 00:43:19 | 177.43 | 100% |
| 20268 | 2022-10-27 09:33:12 | 140.04 | 99% |
| 18683 | 2022-10-25 22:00:06 | 155.32 | 99% |
| 16094 | 2022-05-28 20:45:47 | 142.40 | 98% |
| 16071 | 2022-05-28 20:16:11 | 154.08 | 99% |
| 13315 | 2021-01-06 04:51:21 | 146.36 | 98% |
| 1816 | 2020-07-30 21:54:53 | 133.46 | 99% |
| 1815 | 2020-07-30 21:53:40 | 134.28 | 98% |
| 946 | 2020-07-17 18:51:35 | 157.56 | 99% |
| 767 | 2020-07-12 00:20:54 | 161.44 | 98% |