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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 41474 | 2023-10-28 10:24:56 | 124.94 | 98.3% |
| 37217 | 2023-05-17 13:59:41 | 118.26 | 98% |
| 25489 | 2021-01-09 03:23:10 | 114.37 | 97% |
| 15841 | 2020-12-11 02:39:34 | 109.60 | 97% |
| 12164 | 2020-11-27 07:09:35 | 108.95 | 98% |
| 11513 | 2020-11-26 02:38:15 | 101.74 | 97% |
| 11023 | 2020-11-24 06:51:10 | 114.30 | 98% |
| 2592 | 2018-02-24 06:20:44 | 90.52 | 97% |