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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4969 | 2023-06-28 02:04:47 | 174.79 | 98% |
| 3850 | 2023-02-19 22:53:29 | 191.01 | 100% |
| 3510 | 2023-02-02 01:35:39 | 188.24 | 99% |
| 3367 | 2023-01-18 00:14:49 | 178.62 | 99% |
| 2429 | 2022-12-14 14:34:57 | 177.59 | 100% |
| 2102 | 2022-12-07 07:11:39 | 178.36 | 100% |
| 1616 | 2022-09-23 23:04:00 | 188.44 | 99% |
| 1130 | 2021-12-03 12:12:53 | 169.93 | 98% |