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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 13640 | 2024-03-01 22:01:15 | 126.45 | 98.7% |
| 13189 | 2023-11-23 01:55:05 | 107.78 | 96.3% |
| 8739 | 2023-04-19 15:18:14 | 117.40 | 98% |
| 8501 | 2023-04-09 17:40:51 | 113.95 | 98% |
| 7487 | 2023-03-24 20:47:04 | 116.76 | 97% |