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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9857 | 2023-04-04 21:27:02 | 95.65 | 98% |
| 9764 | 2022-09-12 23:37:30 | 84.08 | 97% |
| 9364 | 2022-01-06 18:12:01 | 97.32 | 98% |
| 7161 | 2021-05-14 19:30:07 | 81.52 | 95% |
| 6928 | 2021-05-08 11:25:01 | 77.47 | 95% |
| 6304 | 2021-04-02 11:08:08 | 96.06 | 97% |
| 6267 | 2021-04-02 09:44:32 | 77.83 | 96% |
| 4083 | 2021-02-13 18:28:11 | 78.17 | 95.8% |
| 2003 | 2020-11-30 16:21:36 | 72.19 | 97% |
| 1969 | 2020-11-29 15:06:56 | 82.79 | 98% |
| 1544 | 2020-11-08 17:50:11 | 60.29 | 95% |