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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10198 | 2023-03-30 14:28:42 | 86.50 | 98% |
| 9702 | 2022-10-13 13:40:20 | 84.44 | 98% |
| 7420 | 2022-01-10 09:47:11 | 80.61 | 97% |
| 6823 | 2021-12-03 12:44:01 | 72.33 | 96% |
| 4364 | 2021-02-21 13:22:30 | 88.92 | 98.8% |
| 1787 | 2020-10-22 09:05:47 | 77.67 | 98% |
| 601 | 2020-04-06 10:33:34 | 63.87 | 96% |