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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14751 | 2023-03-13 20:22:59 | 133.46 | 100% |
| 13612 | 2023-01-24 14:52:55 | 132.07 | 99% |
| 12690 | 2022-12-14 01:37:27 | 105.01 | 96% |
| 12395 | 2022-11-27 21:42:38 | 112.19 | 97% |
| 9537 | 2022-07-25 20:14:18 | 113.21 | 98% |
| 8336 | 2022-05-23 17:06:10 | 112.67 | 97% |
| 4950 | 2022-01-28 15:13:04 | 105.28 | 97% |