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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20685 | 2024-09-12 05:58:36 | 117.46 | 99.6% |
| 17115 | 2023-09-21 06:19:33 | 108.93 | 98.7% |
| 13830 | 2021-11-02 07:18:13 | 102.69 | 97% |
| 10508 | 2020-12-11 02:39:33 | 112.52 | 99% |
| 8172 | 2020-09-07 16:57:45 | 106.67 | 99% |
| 3539 | 2019-11-03 23:45:24 | 93.42 | 98% |