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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22748 | 2024-08-04 21:28:26 | 76.73 | 94.8% |
| 20854 | 2023-12-23 18:53:38 | 87.32 | 96.3% |
| 17552 | 2023-05-23 17:09:08 | 98.80 | 97.6% |
| 13379 | 2021-12-03 13:31:19 | 88.27 | 98% |
| 10836 | 2021-06-25 12:04:14 | 82.91 | 96% |
| 9595 | 2021-05-27 14:53:41 | 83.56 | 99% |
| 5260 | 2021-03-03 12:10:58 | 66.37 | 96% |
| 3495 | 2021-02-19 10:33:16 | 65.64 | 96% |
| 3395 | 2021-02-17 21:18:21 | 72.04 | 97.3% |
| 3114 | 2021-02-16 18:33:28 | 60.42 | 94.5% |
| 2971 | 2021-02-15 15:54:26 | 62.29 | 96.4% |