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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13199 | 2023-07-24 09:48:20 | 126.22 | 99% |
| 9277 | 2022-11-29 04:16:08 | 114.93 | 97% |
| 6477 | 2022-10-07 08:50:32 | 117.38 | 99% |
| 5372 | 2022-09-06 08:13:39 | 116.49 | 98% |
| 4918 | 2022-08-08 10:47:06 | 101.40 | 97% |
| 4079 | 2022-06-08 17:19:35 | 106.51 | 97% |
| 3481 | 2022-02-14 08:05:28 | 102.75 | 98% |