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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13572 | 2022-12-20 11:13:06 | 106.42 | 98% |
| 8603 | 2020-06-22 12:01:25 | 91.96 | 98% |
| 6479 | 2019-01-21 16:01:29 | 94.32 | 97% |
| 4922 | 2018-06-12 14:40:36 | 91.55 | 97% |
| 1603 | 2017-12-16 10:23:46 | 69.18 | 96% |
| 325 | 2017-11-27 14:07:00 | 59.78 | 94% |