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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 18644 | 2023-07-09 16:41:48 | 132.64 | 99% |
| 15188 | 2022-09-18 12:21:01 | 133.90 | 99% |
| 12956 | 2022-06-17 11:33:23 | 135.96 | 99% |
| 8205 | 2021-02-04 17:56:07 | 110.40 | 97.6% |
| 6333 | 2020-12-18 20:09:45 | 104.94 | 98% |