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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19820 | 2025-05-18 15:02:33 | 97.93 | 97.3% |
| 18269 | 2025-02-14 21:25:01 | 85.62 | 95.8% |
| 17517 | 2024-12-20 15:19:40 | 93.00 | 95.8% |
| 10779 | 2023-09-29 00:01:31 | 85.91 | 96.7% |
| 3958 | 2022-08-09 11:17:41 | 75.50 | 95% |
| 2816 | 2022-07-12 12:19:13 | 68.86 | 96% |
| 2055 | 2021-09-25 22:46:21 | 66.55 | 95% |