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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 35884 | 2021-02-25 08:35:07 | 154.62 | 99.2% |
| 34447 | 2021-01-25 12:13:30 | 160.55 | 100% |
| 27443 | 2020-04-28 15:04:52 | 138.88 | 98% |
| 25421 | 2019-11-12 05:33:10 | 137.13 | 99% |
| 21823 | 2019-02-22 01:48:28 | 140.83 | 100% |
| 18866 | 2018-07-10 17:14:17 | 143.90 | 99% |
| 16762 | 2018-04-14 10:44:56 | 125.81 | 98% |
| 15580 | 2018-02-08 12:30:31 | 136.68 | 99% |
| 14582 | 2018-01-20 01:39:09 | 142.42 | 99% |
| 12053 | 2017-10-26 07:58:08 | 144.81 | 99% |
| 11787 | 2017-10-18 03:15:36 | 124.24 | 99% |