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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17367 | 2023-06-04 06:38:55 | 166.26 | 100% |
| 17189 | 2023-05-29 23:15:45 | 176.58 | 100% |
| 13413 | 2020-05-09 02:42:16 | 133.28 | 97% |
| 11341 | 2020-03-03 01:17:35 | 150.36 | 99% |
| 10258 | 2019-07-15 04:21:55 | 163.68 | 99% |
| 9197 | 2019-05-14 23:06:45 | 129.79 | 98% |
| 3727 | 2018-09-01 18:05:08 | 116.84 | 98% |
| 3094 | 2018-08-16 19:30:23 | 126.37 | 98% |
| 549 | 2018-07-16 06:03:46 | 116.53 | 98% |
| 544 | 2018-07-16 05:59:02 | 112.30 | 97% |