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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14555 | 2024-03-18 18:41:14 | 134.88 | 98.1% |
| 12478 | 2022-08-17 05:36:15 | 136.37 | 99% |
| 10159 | 2022-03-25 01:29:48 | 134.61 | 98% |
| 5716 | 2021-10-28 15:53:05 | 141.80 | 98% |
| 5438 | 2021-10-26 16:11:20 | 139.87 | 98% |
| 5126 | 2021-10-23 01:19:30 | 140.95 | 99% |
| 3414 | 2018-12-14 13:30:24 | 121.42 | 98% |