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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 55497 | 2024-04-15 03:23:06 | 117.59 | 97.7% |
| 54370 | 2024-02-05 16:11:29 | 109.57 | 98.4% |
| 49045 | 2023-02-11 17:26:00 | 114.29 | 98% |
| 47689 | 2022-08-25 07:40:10 | 97.15 | 97% |
| 46960 | 2022-03-31 18:42:06 | 129.47 | 99% |
| 34672 | 2019-02-23 17:22:41 | 118.55 | 99% |
| 33995 | 2019-02-08 21:42:01 | 95.69 | 97% |
| 32710 | 2018-05-29 18:45:04 | 121.81 | 99% |
| 32488 | 2018-05-13 10:10:24 | 99.87 | 98% |