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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 14149 | 2023-04-08 12:10:47 | 103.32 | 97% |
| 14000 | 2022-12-30 01:11:15 | 115.31 | 98% |
| 13391 | 2022-08-27 08:42:59 | 116.76 | 98% |
| 12201 | 2021-05-09 16:04:35 | 94.59 | 96% |
| 9684 | 2020-06-25 12:49:47 | 94.04 | 98% |
| 6271 | 2019-07-05 21:43:00 | 91.47 | 97% |
| 3114 | 2019-01-04 18:31:07 | 89.58 | 96% |
| 2540 | 2018-11-06 11:01:38 | 75.15 | 96% |
| 1779 | 2018-05-28 19:16:53 | 71.87 | 97% |