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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 64460 | 2020-03-09 16:50:33 | 133.32 | 96% |
| 60163 | 2019-07-15 04:21:56 | 155.90 | 99% |
| 59195 | 2019-07-02 02:14:31 | 183.76 | 100% |
| 54952 | 2019-04-02 23:05:43 | 178.52 | 99% |
| 54642 | 2019-03-30 12:52:50 | 169.71 | 100% |
| 49566 | 2019-01-24 08:29:43 | 163.11 | 99% |
| 43710 | 2018-11-27 14:51:33 | 142.64 | 99% |
| 34176 | 2018-08-23 04:47:53 | 160.70 | 98% |
| 32431 | 2018-07-21 19:57:06 | 153.11 | 99% |
| 31472 | 2018-07-13 16:27:51 | 173.75 | 100% |
| 28016 | 2018-04-12 16:01:49 | 173.60 | 100% |
| 25690 | 2018-01-02 06:18:45 | 169.16 | 100% |
| 25317 | 2017-12-21 17:00:38 | 145.89 | 99% |