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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19394 | 2024-07-07 08:05:14 | 81.69 | 97.3% |
| 17798 | 2023-09-07 06:15:45 | 93.78 | 98.4% |
| 17596 | 2023-08-26 05:25:47 | 64.38 | 98.1% |
| 17060 | 2023-07-30 04:13:34 | 77.95 | 96.2% |
| 14631 | 2021-08-15 04:54:16 | 75.95 | 96% |
| 13419 | 2021-06-24 11:41:40 | 76.33 | 97% |
| 10090 | 2021-02-26 12:14:55 | 63.72 | 98.4% |
| 7241 | 2020-12-16 05:46:28 | 59.53 | 96% |
| 4154 | 2020-10-03 19:02:36 | 59.06 | 97% |