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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 49679 | 2020-03-14 01:23:52 | 159.09 | 98% |
| 49400 | 2020-03-11 19:35:16 | 165.19 | 99% |
| 41782 | 2019-08-11 04:29:20 | 156.10 | 98% |
| 41328 | 2019-07-18 07:27:08 | 145.81 | 98% |
| 41307 | 2019-07-18 07:08:22 | 138.47 | 97% |
| 37876 | 2019-06-13 02:14:40 | 149.93 | 99% |
| 37601 | 2019-06-12 01:13:45 | 168.29 | 100% |
| 34286 | 2019-05-06 15:37:50 | 154.99 | 99% |
| 31766 | 2019-01-12 00:11:34 | 152.48 | 98% |
| 31412 | 2018-12-04 10:56:09 | 146.16 | 98% |
| 29137 | 2018-06-10 07:19:13 | 119.43 | 98% |
| 28193 | 2018-05-31 07:26:06 | 143.90 | 98% |
| 27749 | 2018-05-27 04:11:59 | 111.33 | 98% |