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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22758 | 2020-09-15 04:10:44 | 165.50 | 98% |
| 12463 | 2020-03-17 03:07:58 | 172.52 | 100% |
| 12446 | 2020-03-17 02:55:48 | 149.39 | 99% |
| 8745 | 2020-01-25 18:45:53 | 162.10 | 99% |
| 5599 | 2020-01-12 19:15:07 | 152.63 | 99% |
| 4077 | 2019-12-26 11:52:39 | 171.95 | 100% |
| 3926 | 2019-12-17 17:25:07 | 146.78 | 98% |
| 1334 | 2019-05-20 14:26:33 | 128.92 | 98% |
| 795 | 2019-04-20 15:40:37 | 137.04 | 98% |
| 596 | 2019-04-13 09:12:13 | 133.08 | 98% |
| 180 | 2019-03-20 14:48:58 | 127.14 | 97% |