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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 41052 | 2021-05-02 12:41:34 | 156.88 | 98% |
| 38345 | 2020-08-08 12:35:06 | 135.74 | 98% |
| 35592 | 2020-03-06 10:08:15 | 156.24 | 99% |
| 33411 | 2020-01-12 19:15:06 | 166.29 | 100% |
| 22819 | 2019-05-05 15:23:00 | 148.92 | 98% |
| 19736 | 2019-03-30 14:30:22 | 145.45 | 99% |
| 19632 | 2019-03-30 12:28:06 | 143.78 | 99% |
| 16758 | 2019-03-09 15:38:41 | 139.61 | 98% |
| 8738 | 2018-12-30 15:00:12 | 144.17 | 99% |
| 4932 | 2018-11-10 17:38:44 | 129.12 | 97% |
| 3472 | 2018-10-17 16:03:26 | 148.00 | 100% |
| 2579 | 2018-10-01 12:49:41 | 133.20 | 98% |