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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 32654 | 2025-03-19 23:56:15 | 110.93 | 98% |
| 32155 | 2025-02-18 21:39:35 | 117.68 | 98% |
| 27069 | 2024-04-19 12:08:31 | 117.52 | 98.4% |
| 26208 | 2024-03-22 13:51:59 | 118.55 | 98.8% |
| 22085 | 2023-10-20 19:57:33 | 106.76 | 97.2% |
| 21193 | 2023-10-08 15:41:27 | 106.94 | 97.3% |
| 18283 | 2023-08-31 17:42:04 | 93.66 | 96.7% |
| 15335 | 2022-10-06 21:26:50 | 108.12 | 98% |
| 12898 | 2022-09-06 01:23:17 | 96.30 | 98% |
| 11657 | 2022-07-18 20:00:48 | 106.43 | 97% |
| 7686 | 2021-07-18 22:48:19 | 95.68 | 97% |