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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27277 | 2023-10-04 06:05:24 | 215.94 | 99.6% |
| 24988 | 2023-03-04 21:36:07 | 181.85 | 98% |
| 23701 | 2022-10-18 23:44:13 | 186.97 | 99% |
| 21846 | 2022-03-10 05:55:03 | 194.51 | 99% |
| 21785 | 2022-03-03 02:41:19 | 237.90 | 100% |
| 5231 | 2020-10-02 23:02:44 | 166.21 | 98% |