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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 49817 | 2023-10-07 04:22:40 | 153.03 | 99.6% |
| 44757 | 2021-12-17 04:20:25 | 148.08 | 99% |
| 41295 | 2021-02-14 02:48:05 | 136.87 | 98.8% |
| 34808 | 2020-08-26 06:49:59 | 143.17 | 99% |
| 32262 | 2020-06-29 21:06:19 | 128.90 | 98% |
| 21993 | 2019-11-01 15:37:20 | 112.67 | 98% |
| 21141 | 2019-10-08 01:53:08 | 107.04 | 98% |
| 15790 | 2019-04-25 01:44:14 | 130.50 | 98% |
| 6894 | 2018-08-16 01:11:15 | 122.47 | 100% |
| 5945 | 2018-07-28 05:08:55 | 104.21 | 99% |
| 3055 | 2018-04-07 20:58:44 | 125.04 | 99% |
| 2059 | 2018-03-22 22:10:08 | 134.31 | 100% |
| 1235 | 2018-03-12 04:33:45 | 118.39 | 98% |