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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 16380 | 2024-06-22 17:55:00 | 104.10 | 97.8% |
| 15712 | 2024-06-01 20:30:30 | 97.05 | 96% |
| 15543 | 2024-05-28 03:38:32 | 118.87 | 98.8% |
| 9941 | 2022-10-29 22:42:05 | 106.00 | 97% |
| 7852 | 2022-02-26 23:06:04 | 93.74 | 96% |
| 7226 | 2022-01-02 07:28:49 | 110.23 | 98% |
| 5505 | 2021-07-22 00:21:07 | 99.67 | 97% |
| 2948 | 2021-01-24 23:49:30 | 108.21 | 98% |
| 2072 | 2021-01-12 00:06:14 | 99.23 | 97% |