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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 33896 | 2025-12-03 13:01:57 | 96.35 | 98% |
| 32974 | 2025-10-25 06:22:12 | 103.39 | 99% |
| 30202 | 2025-07-08 07:41:33 | 115.84 | 99% |
| 27927 | 2025-04-21 19:58:49 | 98.78 | 98% |
| 26669 | 2025-03-07 09:04:04 | 109.32 | 98.7% |
| 24980 | 2024-12-11 18:36:09 | 90.82 | 97.6% |
| 13826 | 2022-10-10 06:02:57 | 96.67 | 98% |
| 11669 | 2022-04-28 11:58:59 | 91.39 | 99% |
| 10691 | 2022-02-10 16:01:27 | 90.89 | 98% |