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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 20084 | 2022-05-26 11:09:10 | 106.13 | 98% |
| 20002 | 2022-04-28 11:58:55 | 106.02 | 98% |
| 19143 | 2022-01-28 14:05:20 | 116.07 | 97% |
| 17576 | 2021-09-20 13:40:08 | 101.47 | 97% |
| 16667 | 2021-07-07 09:34:56 | 116.78 | 98% |
| 10161 | 2020-10-08 13:44:55 | 111.29 | 97% |
| 6603 | 2020-08-03 14:48:55 | 58.25 | 94% |