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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19477 | 2021-09-11 02:03:29 | 98.36 | 96% |
| 19327 | 2021-09-08 07:51:22 | 113.71 | 97% |
| 14556 | 2021-07-06 00:59:24 | 74.77 | 94% |
| 14152 | 2021-06-29 09:40:15 | 103.35 | 98% |
| 13505 | 2021-06-17 08:59:34 | 103.72 | 97% |
| 9661 | 2021-03-27 06:26:49 | 96.27 | 98% |
| 5965 | 2021-01-24 01:23:01 | 73.77 | 95% |
| 4524 | 2021-01-05 00:51:16 | 85.52 | 98% |
| 1189 | 2020-09-19 09:38:55 | 74.66 | 98% |