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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 40376 | 2023-10-14 15:37:16 | 118.88 | 96.3% |
| 36466 | 2023-05-17 23:02:01 | 97.61 | 96% |
| 28816 | 2021-12-11 22:25:40 | 109.53 | 96% |
| 27680 | 2021-10-20 20:58:00 | 95.31 | 97% |
| 23089 | 2021-03-23 22:53:59 | 111.69 | 98% |
| 21759 | 2021-01-08 19:22:28 | 94.92 | 97% |
| 21186 | 2020-12-08 18:16:23 | 92.57 | 97% |
| 16464 | 2020-06-04 21:57:08 | 92.03 | 94% |