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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 11862 | 2021-04-04 08:17:32 | 90.58 | 99% |
| 10346 | 2021-01-28 16:37:16 | 85.32 | 98.4% |
| 9563 | 2020-08-22 04:31:04 | 84.95 | 98% |
| 6668 | 2019-08-21 07:31:08 | 77.01 | 97% |
| 6548 | 2019-08-19 08:54:19 | 92.80 | 99% |
| 6489 | 2019-08-17 04:45:20 | 74.93 | 95% |
| 6297 | 2019-08-13 13:21:03 | 78.92 | 97% |
| 4309 | 2019-07-19 11:17:45 | 77.99 | 97% |
| 3761 | 2019-07-08 17:09:43 | 78.57 | 98% |
| 376 | 2019-05-28 04:21:45 | 65.18 | 97% |