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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15511 | 2025-06-11 10:05:09 | 83.47 | 98% |
| 13296 | 2023-01-17 09:02:53 | 96.13 | 98% |
| 12561 | 2022-12-08 08:55:41 | 113.68 | 100% |
| 9557 | 2022-01-11 15:24:23 | 87.70 | 97% |
| 9067 | 2021-12-21 12:03:01 | 97.57 | 98% |
| 7704 | 2021-11-27 11:15:01 | 79.99 | 98% |
| 4189 | 2021-09-19 17:59:32 | 94.35 | 98% |
| 1609 | 2021-08-18 11:44:00 | 72.59 | 97% |
| 1114 | 2021-08-15 07:38:07 | 76.32 | 98% |
| 215 | 2021-08-05 20:14:29 | 66.69 | 96% |