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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 27078 | 2022-08-26 03:53:21 | 95.67 | 98% |
| 22159 | 2021-05-26 20:06:51 | 97.15 | 98% |
| 19433 | 2019-08-12 14:52:04 | 85.84 | 97% |
| 16537 | 2018-12-30 13:53:02 | 72.74 | 96% |
| 14703 | 2018-11-07 10:10:26 | 67.66 | 94% |
| 6920 | 2017-09-29 07:38:45 | 75.96 | 96% |
| 6577 | 2017-09-22 01:02:15 | 67.82 | 96% |