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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27365 | 2020-02-19 05:46:30 | 137.25 | 97% |
| 25692 | 2019-09-08 13:21:44 | 126.62 | 96% |
| 25569 | 2019-08-31 10:57:58 | 152.13 | 98% |
| 25113 | 2019-08-11 09:14:17 | 129.21 | 97% |
| 24498 | 2019-07-17 23:00:11 | 152.60 | 100% |
| 23166 | 2019-06-02 13:14:50 | 173.45 | 100% |
| 20562 | 2019-04-09 06:29:31 | 143.06 | 99% |
| 20208 | 2019-04-03 05:50:54 | 137.66 | 97% |
| 20123 | 2019-04-01 23:53:28 | 129.56 | 98% |
| 18493 | 2019-03-01 04:13:12 | 147.92 | 99% |
| 14791 | 2018-12-14 07:43:25 | 134.07 | 98% |
| 9302 | 2018-09-27 23:17:18 | 134.98 | 97% |
| 2261 | 2018-05-09 03:10:47 | 130.98 | 99% |
| 316 | 2018-03-28 03:03:05 | 122.13 | 97% |