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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 15903 | 2023-10-11 12:11:33 | 93.84 | 96.1% |
| 14546 | 2023-08-25 12:00:34 | 105.21 | 97.3% |
| 14395 | 2023-08-24 00:20:21 | 94.53 | 96.8% |
| 12353 | 2022-12-10 07:11:21 | 82.47 | 97% |
| 9461 | 2022-07-23 05:26:51 | 99.44 | 98% |
| 1933 | 2021-05-07 04:03:33 | 63.47 | 97% |