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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 9420 | 2021-04-18 16:08:38 | 84.99 | 98% |
| 9240 | 2021-04-12 16:16:40 | 88.59 | 97% |
| 5105 | 2020-10-08 14:11:03 | 90.11 | 98% |
| 4767 | 2020-09-27 11:03:55 | 69.25 | 96% |
| 2347 | 2020-07-09 11:01:50 | 68.77 | 96% |
| 191 | 2019-09-18 14:19:45 | 54.10 | 96% |