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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 51675 | 2024-04-17 20:13:13 | 139.73 | 97.2% |
| 50901 | 2024-02-20 17:19:06 | 134.22 | 97.7% |
| 49649 | 2023-08-21 14:37:39 | 151.04 | 100% |
| 40690 | 2019-05-22 19:02:40 | 160.06 | 100% |
| 38665 | 2019-02-03 21:31:07 | 155.49 | 99% |
| 32836 | 2018-06-25 03:34:40 | 121.47 | 98% |
| 30864 | 2018-02-07 04:31:27 | 152.14 | 98% |
| 28115 | 2017-12-01 21:24:17 | 152.27 | 98% |
| 27247 | 2017-11-11 03:55:48 | 158.17 | 100% |
| 26759 | 2017-10-31 19:27:48 | 152.11 | 98% |
| 25886 | 2017-09-24 00:15:38 | 157.88 | 99% |
| 25593 | 2017-09-15 23:42:55 | 156.78 | 99% |