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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 38333 | 2022-12-24 01:41:47 | 166.55 | 99% |
| 36892 | 2022-06-09 05:19:20 | 160.70 | 100% |
| 33732 | 2021-07-24 14:07:48 | 160.32 | 100% |
| 33399 | 2021-07-05 15:13:05 | 173.56 | 100% |
| 28335 | 2020-08-06 15:49:03 | 147.98 | 99% |
| 27636 | 2020-07-03 22:31:09 | 149.43 | 99% |
| 16860 | 2018-11-07 02:21:17 | 123.54 | 97% |
| 13269 | 2018-07-02 22:49:41 | 126.41 | 95% |