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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 24883 | 2022-04-21 18:05:37 | 64.87 | 98% |
| 21972 | 2021-11-04 16:25:36 | 58.83 | 99% |
| 19469 | 2021-06-12 19:25:52 | 66.02 | 97% |
| 15423 | 2021-03-17 16:30:21 | 57.54 | 97% |
| 13538 | 2021-02-13 18:28:22 | 58.82 | 96.1% |
| 10797 | 2018-03-29 14:18:37 | 54.58 | 95% |
| 9217 | 2018-02-13 02:09:16 | 55.86 | 98% |
| 8436 | 2018-01-22 02:42:47 | 56.34 | 97% |
| 6736 | 2017-12-02 20:12:48 | 54.76 | 97% |
| 5590 | 2017-10-24 06:24:59 | 49.77 | 96% |