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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 39414 | 2023-08-09 01:01:43 | 107.08 | 98% |
| 36428 | 2023-07-14 20:05:40 | 100.80 | 98% |
| 34877 | 2023-07-07 23:56:32 | 115.94 | 99% |
| 34512 | 2023-07-07 13:55:02 | 93.98 | 98% |
| 31396 | 2021-05-28 14:09:25 | 79.23 | 96% |
| 28640 | 2019-02-23 17:22:46 | 98.54 | 98% |
| 27853 | 2018-09-05 02:58:10 | 103.70 | 98% |
| 24822 | 2018-06-26 22:43:23 | 111.62 | 99% |
| 24140 | 2018-06-15 03:17:39 | 114.52 | 98% |
| 23855 | 2018-06-08 16:26:34 | 87.80 | 97% |
| 21110 | 2018-01-02 19:51:43 | 97.64 | 97% |
| 13288 | 2017-11-01 01:27:45 | 101.33 | 98% |