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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14270 | 2022-05-07 08:52:14 | 96.03 | 98% |
| 13153 | 2021-11-30 08:16:02 | 90.40 | 98% |
| 9380 | 2021-04-21 13:20:02 | 97.51 | 98% |
| 7668 | 2021-03-03 07:06:03 | 102.30 | 99% |
| 7587 | 2021-02-24 20:58:30 | 85.34 | 95.4% |
| 7584 | 2021-02-24 20:56:01 | 87.09 | 96.7% |
| 18 | 2020-06-28 05:54:42 | 64.38 | 95% |