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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7923 | 2023-07-15 06:53:22 | 101.01 | 97% |
| 7410 | 2023-03-06 07:57:45 | 92.39 | 96% |
| 5832 | 2022-07-25 13:38:02 | 92.33 | 97% |
| 3617 | 2021-08-31 05:30:44 | 97.16 | 98% |
| 1967 | 2021-03-01 11:01:14 | 74.22 | 96% |
| 1460 | 2021-02-17 12:58:00 | 72.23 | 94.4% |
| 1325 | 2021-02-13 10:55:12 | 74.13 | 95.6% |