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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10830 | 2022-11-20 08:09:50 | 131.31 | 99% |
| 10012 | 2022-09-20 03:15:47 | 121.23 | 98% |
| 9929 | 2022-04-06 01:08:52 | 153.16 | 100% |
| 9306 | 2021-10-28 16:24:56 | 148.84 | 100% |
| 7678 | 2021-07-09 02:33:35 | 134.35 | 98% |
| 7562 | 2021-07-09 00:45:51 | 148.34 | 100% |
| 5813 | 2021-03-15 13:37:53 | 98.98 | 98% |
| 3478 | 2020-01-31 00:37:51 | 114.76 | 97% |
| 1826 | 2019-08-04 11:57:49 | 99.39 | 97% |