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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15369 | 2021-07-14 00:13:01 | 152.53 | 100% |
| 12549 | 2021-06-07 00:12:41 | 132.68 | 98% |
| 10574 | 2021-05-08 17:55:36 | 132.75 | 98% |
| 4498 | 2021-03-15 02:36:44 | 102.93 | 97% |
| 4151 | 2021-03-13 14:25:47 | 121.62 | 99% |
| 1959 | 2021-02-25 12:37:37 | 135.13 | 99.6% |
| 1696 | 2021-02-21 22:06:15 | 121.65 | 98.9% |