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 |
---|---|---|---|
9180 | 2023-11-10 18:20:59 | 59.77 | 96.2% |
8439 | 2023-05-22 13:56:15 | 60.10 | 96% |
6849 | 2023-03-01 15:05:12 | 50.00 | 94% |
5798 | 2023-01-24 15:04:17 | 61.42 | 98% |
4298 | 2023-01-02 16:18:57 | 50.86 | 96% |
2046 | 2022-09-17 10:39:50 | 58.06 | 96% |
1351 | 2022-09-03 15:42:51 | 56.08 | 97% |
434 | 2022-08-21 12:34:43 | 41.89 | 91% |
221 | 2022-08-15 16:02:58 | 39.51 | 94% |