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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14296 | 2023-04-19 12:21:35 | 135.32 | 99% |
| 9930 | 2022-03-18 18:21:57 | 124.43 | 98% |
| 8982 | 2022-02-05 20:59:44 | 128.42 | 97% |
| 8708 | 2022-01-30 08:38:40 | 125.17 | 98% |
| 7074 | 2019-12-12 19:24:57 | 129.45 | 99% |
| 5786 | 2017-12-11 18:42:56 | 114.55 | 98% |
| 5547 | 2017-10-12 16:40:28 | 117.73 | 98% |
| 5443 | 2017-10-04 10:47:57 | 115.43 | 98% |