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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 30283 | 2024-02-12 09:35:53 | 88.87 | 100% |
| 28312 | 2023-10-31 17:03:09 | 79.66 | 100% |
| 22599 | 2019-06-21 08:49:48 | 76.68 | 99% |
| 15273 | 2018-09-04 16:55:50 | 81.59 | 100% |
| 7478 | 2018-03-18 17:47:18 | 62.86 | 99% |
| 4262 | 2018-01-07 06:45:02 | 62.90 | 99% |
| 4192 | 2018-01-07 03:54:37 | 68.50 | 100% |
| 2660 | 2017-12-17 15:14:20 | 69.37 | 100% |