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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 17106 | 2023-03-08 02:08:15 | 143.49 | 97% |
| 15057 | 2022-09-23 23:04:02 | 162.41 | 99% |
| 14961 | 2022-09-20 03:15:41 | 159.18 | 98% |
| 13218 | 2022-06-09 04:44:10 | 170.76 | 100% |
| 9705 | 2021-11-13 07:22:48 | 166.86 | 100% |
| 6389 | 2021-06-21 16:33:29 | 175.29 | 100% |
| 5557 | 2021-05-14 08:36:23 | 163.24 | 100% |
| 5007 | 2021-04-20 18:24:36 | 143.23 | 98% |
| 3101 | 2021-03-15 20:38:40 | 147.46 | 99% |
| 676 | 2020-07-12 00:20:55 | 153.30 | 99% |